Tuesday, 23 June 2015
Mint Tea and Phlegm
We went in fact to the local theatre at Stratford Upon Avon. We live on the doorstep of the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, and people travel from all over the world just to go there, but are we regulars at such a wondrous place? No, ashamedly, of course not, because we don't appreciate that it's there.
So we took ourselves off to have a meal out and an evening with The Merchant of Venice. Whilst tucking into our meal, we were regaled by the young lady next to us telling her friend in a loud voice, about various people, her love life, her voice, singing, and fellow workers. At one point whilst she was sipping mint tea, we heard all about her battle with phlegm and white spots on her throat. Nice. However all is forgiven, because when we got to the theatre we both recognised her as Portia! And jolly good she was too - quite made the play.
We have vowed to go more often of course, and even rashly began a plan to see every Shakespeare play ever written. Now there's a challenge.