Seeing Ibsen at the NT. Pillars of the Community was thrilling. They don't write 'em like that anymore. Like watching an MGM black and white. High tension scenes, echt furniture, classy acting. But the real thrill was in having my expectations overturned in the last act. Lovely. Sat in the front row of the Lyttleton with J, and had particularly good close-ups of some of the key exchanges. The version is by Samuel Adamson and it's as fresh as a daisy.
Sorting out the Miniaturists. This is the name of the short play evening I'm sort of producing in a stagger-through kind of way. The phrase 'well I'll know better next time' keeps coming up... The plays are a fascinating mix (though I've yet to read two of them). The people helping are a marvel of patience, clarity and good humour. It's on Sunday week at Southwark. There are so many people involved, all wanting to get people in, it was becoming a squeeze, so we'll be doing two shows on the night. Drop us a line if you're interested in coming: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Worrying about my sister. She had an operation to close up a hole in her heart yesterday morning. She's apparently doing well. Going up to Liverpool to see for myself today. Her home is in Cumbria now but the docs sent her to a specialist unit in L'pool for the procedure.
Discovering Ebay. So far I've bought two Thomas the Tank Engine figures and a laptop. Capitalist pigdog that I am.