To the Arcola yesterday lunchtime for a reading of Penny Black's play, A Sudden Silence. I was expecting one of those things with the actors sitting on chairs, script in hand, sipping from water bottles between scenes. Got instead a more than semi-staged affair, tightly performed on a rudimentary but effective set. Scripts in hand became invisible, and the story came across very well. It's about a woman's sudden debilitation because of a stroke, and the emotional shockwaves disturbing the foundations of her family relationships. Humane and well-observed and funny.
Nice chatting after with PB, director Ellen Hughes and Erica W.
That was the only thing I did yesterday, still bedevilled by this cold. Preserved my energy for the football, which was just as well. Well done to the Red Half of Liverpool (I am a Bluenose, myself.) They are - pinch me- European Champions. Again. It was a fairytale evening to eclipse even Manchester United's 1999 triumph in the competition. To quote Sir Alex Ferguson from that night:
"Football - bloody hell".