A grand day out

Thanks so much for all your comments on my long, rambling post about the hospital visit. I am almost 100 per cent again now, though still a bit appetite-suppressed: always hungry, but not really wanting to eat anything much.

Thursday, in celebration of our 10th wedding anniversary, the wife and I went to the theatre to see Othello at The Globe, as previously mentioned in this post. Pictures will follow.

The theatre itself was magnificent and the play was great, with a really gripping, compelling last act, and the performances were solid all round. Afterwards we met the man in the title role, Mr Eamonn Walker himself, had a chat with him in the bar for a good five minutes, possibly ten, talking about his film choices, locations he's worked in, and things like that. He then humoured us with some photos and an autograph. A real gent of a man.

A great day was had by all.

Shaking my spear

Oo er, that sounds a bit like a euphemism for having a wank, doesn't it? Anyway, that's not what was intended.


Instead it was just to say we're going to see some Shakespeare. Not something I do every day of the week, but then it's not every day of the week that the legendary Eamonn Walker (of Oz fame) comes back to his home town of London to play the Moor, Othello, at Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, no less.

How could we not treat ourselves to an anniversary matinée? Trouble is, I know Red has A Bit of a Thing for Eamonn, so I'll need to keep a close eye on her after the show, lest she starts telling him how his performance was like a cultural orgasm or something along those lines.

When I phoned the box office to ensure Mr Walker would be playing all shows, including matinées, the posh and elderly sounding woman on the phone said: "Well, I think so. I mean... well... he's... well, he's the man, isn't he?"

"Yes," I replied. "He is the man."

People, we are going to see the great Kareem Said in the flesh, playing Othello. Does Shakespeare get any better than that? I rather think not.