During a spacious moment yesterday, I worked out that we’ve seen about 100 plays and shows since last writing this blog. Got to admit that the tally has been inflated by the Bush Theatre’s extraordinary ’66 Books’ – the 24-hour non-stop marathon of 66 plays, each a secular response to one of the 66 books of the King James bible. We snuck home to sleep for a few hours, but we were there for two-thirds of it and loved two-thirds of that. We saw 19 shows in Edinburgh over 3 days, dragging a hardy bunch of friends with us and delighting in the emotive mime of Translunar Paradise in particular. Saw a couple of things at the Almeida’s uneven Theatre Brothel back when the sun was shining, where the glorious Inua Ellams outshone everything else. In the past month we’ve seen Decade (good), Wittenburg (very good), Saved (painful), Top Girls (interesting). We were part of a small audience for the half-play, quarter-dance, quarter-interactive thing that was Quarantine’s Entitled at Sadlers Wells. For comedy, there was Stewart Lee and the perfection of the Pyjama Men – and yes, I also took a bunch of clients to see Priscilla Queen of the Desert. The costumes were inspiring.
So, you’d have thought we’d have had more to say about all that. We got a bit distracted by endeavours elsewhere – building the wonderful theatre website StageScan.com (the other C), and embarking on occasional artistic efforts involving Burning Man costumes and house refurbishment (this C). But we are still here, still going out on school nights, still… oh, you know. Get on with it, C+C. OK, rebooting.