Culture vulture
Lucky duck that I am, I am awash with culture.
Event 1 (Saturday night)
Benjamin Britten's Peter Grimes at Sadlers Wells. We had excellent seats in the middle of the stalls, almost close enough to feel the spittle. I didn't know the work at all before this, but was completely caught up in it from the outset. We were so engrossed we forgot to eat the peppermint creams. Roland's friend Jeff was in the title role. He was very good.
Event 2 (Sunday afternoon)
"Darleengs" cafe. So called because the waitress calls you darleeeeng! all the time. Everyone in there (apart from one poor lost soul) was wearing a blue wrist band that gave them access to...
...Event 3 (Sunday pm)
The Dame Edna Experience at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern. Two explanations for the uninitiated (which included me, until last night):
The Royal Vauxhall Tavern: If you've ever driven round Vauxhall Cross in the early evening and seen a large gathering of heavy-set shaven-headed men, mostly with beards (and frequently shirtless), then you will have seen the overspill from the ludicrously popular venue that is the RVT.
The Dame Edna Experience: Is a weekly institution at RVT, apparently (and no, it's not Barry Humphries). No description of mine could do her credit. She is simply legendary.
I had a fantastic time. There was only a handful of other girls there (including some with very strong jawlines), but otherwise the place was absolutely jam-packed to the gunnels with these big strapping baldy beardy men. It made seeing the stage something of a challenge for a little short@rse like me, but apart from that disadvantage it was so much more friendly and relaxed than an equivalently packed straight venue. And pushing through the crowd was not quite so grubby and sordid as usual, since nobody was interested in copping a sneaky feel (of course, I don't know if GB had the same experience...)
Event 1 (Saturday night)
Benjamin Britten's Peter Grimes at Sadlers Wells. We had excellent seats in the middle of the stalls, almost close enough to feel the spittle. I didn't know the work at all before this, but was completely caught up in it from the outset. We were so engrossed we forgot to eat the peppermint creams. Roland's friend Jeff was in the title role. He was very good.
Event 2 (Sunday afternoon)
"Darleengs" cafe. So called because the waitress calls you darleeeeng! all the time. Everyone in there (apart from one poor lost soul) was wearing a blue wrist band that gave them access to...
...Event 3 (Sunday pm)
The Dame Edna Experience at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern. Two explanations for the uninitiated (which included me, until last night):
The Royal Vauxhall Tavern: If you've ever driven round Vauxhall Cross in the early evening and seen a large gathering of heavy-set shaven-headed men, mostly with beards (and frequently shirtless), then you will have seen the overspill from the ludicrously popular venue that is the RVT.
The Dame Edna Experience: Is a weekly institution at RVT, apparently (and no, it's not Barry Humphries). No description of mine could do her credit. She is simply legendary.
I had a fantastic time. There was only a handful of other girls there (including some with very strong jawlines), but otherwise the place was absolutely jam-packed to the gunnels with these big strapping baldy beardy men. It made seeing the stage something of a challenge for a little short@rse like me, but apart from that disadvantage it was so much more friendly and relaxed than an equivalently packed straight venue. And pushing through the crowd was not quite so grubby and sordid as usual, since nobody was interested in copping a sneaky feel (of course, I don't know if GB had the same experience...)
posted by OboeJane at 12:20 pm
2 Comments:
I saw that Peter Grimes at Nottingham. Jolly good so it was. In fact I might go and see it again in Leeds. That Jeff chap was really very good indeed. He has a blog don't you know.
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