By the way, last weekend I took H to the Wellcome museum to see the Brains exhibit. What freaked her out? A painting of a woman giving birth. What freaked me out? Attempting to explain to an 8 year old Hitler's eugenics program (one exhibit was about some little boys her age who had been killed while at a mental asylum, and the research that had been done on them before and after they died). Meanwhile the slices of brains and brains in bottles didn't seem to upset her at all, despite the fact there was a warning notice being given out saying the exhibit had been making some people faint. Go figure.
Nothing I saw this weekend has been reviewed, and only Flahooley will ever get the treatment. I'm relieved: I was up until 1 AM Saturday finishing my review of Duchess of Malfi, which I saw Tuesday with severe_delays (and found turgid in the revenge tragedy manner). Much better, in fact, hysterically enjoyable was What The Butler Saw. I hadn't really heard of Joe Orton before I moved here but I think the comparison of him with Oscar Wilde - only with all of the deviant sex intact - is quite good. I want to go see this show again while it's as manic as it was when I saw it, but I don't think I'll be able to get to it anytime soon.
Otherwise: life is continuing to be pretty good for me, and I continue to wait for the other shoe to drop but enjoying what I've got while I've got it.