So ... I saw Michael Sheen in Hamlet at the Young Vic. Verdict: the play was not the thing. I was bored throughout it. Some people loved it and ovated. Bah.
The next night I went and saw Juno and the Paycock at the National. Verdict: this poorly written paycock didn't fly. I did at the interval, though.
On the third night (!) I went to see Jumpy at the Royal Court. Verdict: third best play of the year, hysterically funny. However, the men I talked to didn't love it as much as me and dreamsewing did (I think if you're a middle aged woman or have teenagers you'll get a lot more out of it). A perfect evening with perfect company, sold out at the time and now closed. Ah well.
Then I took a break (the oil painting class is providing a note of sanity), then went for a movie and yet another play, New World Order, a promenade of five short Pinter plays. Verdict: an amazing promenade that may leave you slightly scarred and well worth continuing to check for returns. Don't miss if you like to paint it black.
Right - that leaves a ballet write up I probably won't do, Saturday night's show, and now ... thank God I stayed home two nights in a row - a write up of Matilda, which I saw tonight, but as I'll be seeing another show tomorrow who knows when I'll get caught up. Aaargh! On the other hand I got offered a free pair of tickets to see Crazy for You next week ... and "Dancing Queen" just started up on the radio. Aaaaahhh.