By the time I arrived at the Novello Theatre you could be forgiven for thinking I was a big wet puss. My hoody, with its faux fur cuffs and hood, look so bedraggled the usherette nearly offered me a bowl of milk and some kit-e-kat.
‘Cat on a Hot Tin Roof’, was long, hot, long, and brilliantly well written by the Master Tennesee William’s.
Would I recommend it? Yes and no. Yes if you really love wonderful prose and cheeky writing, No if you want scintillating performances. You get performances but they don’t always scintillate.
The rain was still falling this morning so I came by public transport not Shankses Pony.
I at least have the choice, thousands of old people don’t. My mother is in a warden controlled block of flats. There is no warden – on a regular basis – and she has to fight for everything she does get. She is 87 says she prefers to do the fighting giving her a reason to live. But it would be nice if she didn’t have to do battle everytime she wants to get out of bed. What of the thousands who are ‘condemned to live in squalid care homes?’ The Times reported on a damning report on the elderly.
As the rains teems down, and the grey clouds hang the story just adds to the depressing nature of what’s going on with our wise ones.
Tiger Woods says he has let his family down by straying from the marital bed. Well if you are worth more than a fleet of Daimlers made out of solid gold the chances are you would stray as well. The question is once strayed can the marriage ever be the same again. Fay Weldon says that marriage guidance councillors are more interested in destroying relationships than re-building them.
The old git is far too knackered to even think about it so I’m not worried……
Just a reminder when you eat out PLEASE GIVE YOUR TIPS IN CASH TO THE WAITORS otherwise the restaurants can pocket their tips.
WEST LIFE talked to me about ice, snow and their new album. It’s official I LOVE THEM.
Cu2morrer