We went because we like Ben Jonson. Honestly.

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Tags: theatre, life

Date: 25 February 2006 23:35:00

It's been Rosie's birthday, but that's going to take more energy to blog than I have right now. As the dust settles from her party, Shell and I, determined to enjoy life a bit before the next child arrives, sneak to the Ramshorn to ogle some actors for the last night of Volpone. Granny is left in charge of a child who has now been completely hyper for nearly three days. Shell declares Andy Dow weedy but I think he's very funny. He plays Mosca charismatically and, though not as scheming as he might be, is never less than a joy to watch. It doesn't matter though because we have to leave early, pregnant and all. I am forced instead to eat pizza while Shell picks at a bowl of chips in Dino's, swearing she'd been ravenous ten minutes before. That wasn't really why we left. It was an hour and forty minutes before they let us have an interval, and even my (non-pregnant) buttocks were beginning to feel the strain. They haven't been to the theatre for a very long time. But they'll have to toughen up a bit, because as far as I'm concerned there's More To See. It's frustrating for Shell to have to ditch stuff like that. Calculating that I'm about £3.59 down for the bits of the play we missed, we are embarrassed to find ourselves discussing whether Mosca was prettier than Celia. As neither Mr Dow nor Ms Young puts in an appearance in Dino's, though, we're left to mull over the plot without them. I make a rash promise to read dad's old uni copy (covered in advanced interpretation like "this bit is funny") and let Shell know what happens. Happy though. And glad of a functioning public transport system.