Why on earth bother to take out large ads telling me that John Lithgow (John Lithgow! Himself!) will be doing Malvolio at Stratford when they know damn well that the run lasts one more week and all the tickets have gone anyway? Just what is that supposed to prove? Is it some sort of bottom line thing? Measuring their success by my disappointment? And I was, you know. Gutted.
And the Terracotta blimmin' Army. Turn your back for a minute and all the tickets have gone. Pfft. Just like that. Well, apart from the two on eBay, and I can't go that day. (Why only the two on eBay? I'd have thought there'd be a roaring trade in them. No tickets at all for Twelfth Night. Just what good is eBay anyway? Can never find anything I want.)
Hmph.
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watch the rugby instead
Isn't it a good job that no-one in our house wants to go! The children are not even interested in the Tutankamun exhibition - who wants to see a load of gold???!
So, following past fruitless attempts at trying to inspire them, I now just go along on my own....
o arse - i didn't realise the terracotta thing was sold out. i'll just have to take the twins to the garden centre instead, where they have amusing novelty pots in the shape of hedgehogs, old gardening boots and dryads. who needs ancient chinese culture anyway?
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