Getting to that mid week waning of energy, enthusiasm and interest but still managing to keep going. The plethora of reviews often are anything but a vague guide as to what might be worth tracking down but more often its down to word of mouth, instinct and sheer good fortune.
Songs by Michael Topping about gay geriatric sex was enough to blow the cobwebs away this morning. Then an extraordinary part sung / part spoken monologue about a young woman’s gradual decent into madness and ultimate suicide brought me back down to earth.
An afternoon with Hardeep Singh Kohli’s Chat Masala sort of put things back on the rails before a mesmerising red electric south African cellist and a very bleak and ghostly musical/opera about a disintegrating family!
Fortunately, our colleagues Michael and Martin joined us at the end of the evening and after a few beers in the Broadway Baby bar and Underbelly bar we staggered back to our flat.
