Last week I treated myself to a trip to Stratford to see Love’s Labour’s Lost. I had a standing ticket, but queued with the returns people to see if I could get a nice seat. This also turned into a fabulous experience! There were about a dozen of us (I was last!) to begin with and as you are waiting, you get chatting – the whole queue gets excited when a ticket becomes available, and there was a real sense of being in it together.
After chatting to the lady sat next to me for about half an hour, I was totally delighted for her when she got a ticket…even more pleased for her than I was for me! Next I got chatting to a couple of kids in the queue – the little boy was desperate to see it, and was devastated when he got a ticket, but was told he was too young to go into the auditorium alone. Bless him! At this point, a great ticket in the stalls came up for me, and away I went – pleased for me, but worried for him…and praying that a pair of tickets would come up so he could go in.
Luckily I got to see the end of that story, and he did get tickets for him and his dad – I hope he enjoyed it as much as he was looking forward to it! Anyway, the play itself was excellent – the first half was so much funnier than I expected, and at one point I found myself crying with laughter. The second half was the more usual gentle amusement which felt like a bit of a let-down after the hilarity of the first half, but was still excellent.
I’m still coming to terms with the idea that in the last 10 years I have changed from a lager-swilling club-monster to a culture vulture!!! Anyway, next Romeo and Juliet…I decided I’d treat myself again!!! This time it’s my Christmas present to myself! Can’t wait.
Love
Donna.x