That was a funny evening. I'd booked for The Royal Hunt of the Sun months ago, and was pleased to have a seat for press night, not having been to one at the NT before. What I didn't realise at the time was that the first night of Trevor Nunn's revival of Peter Shaffer's epic clashed with that other first night - of Passover, which is always marked in B's family by a big get-together and meal. Royal Hunt started at 7, and the meal I knew from past experience wouldn't start till at least 8.30, as the prayers and songs came first, and as I'm not even slightly Jewish I reckoned it permissible to skip them just this once. So I split my evening in two - I saw the first half of the play then dashed across town to eat with the in-laws and extended family. Well it seemed like a good idea on paper. I have no scruples about leaving plays at the interval if something's really not agreeing with you, but actually planning to leave a show halfway through is just perverse, I know that now. It's daft and I shouldn't have gone in the first place.
For the record, I saw several of the critical persuasion - Billington and Shuttleworth, Spencer and Morley. Not that I'd recognise all of them.
My review will have to wait till I've seen the second half.
But Simon and Debbie's chicken with apricots was a triumph, I can tell you that much.
Then when I got home, a little review all of my own.