Sorry I’ve been so quiet. I have been rather busy.
I was in Wales Monday to Wednesday, with a woman who calls the computer “That bip-bip thing”, so didn’t really have Internet access. I had fun, though. Actually, that’s a lie, it was pure hell from start to finish as Brennig can tell you from the many frantic texts I sent him, but it made Nana happy so that’s okay.
And yesterday – well, it was rather busy. I woke up at 7, got to Stratford at 9, queued until 11:30 to get tickets, wandered round Stratford, got sun burnt, almost fell in a river, crashed a boat into a bridge, saw Victor Meldrew (or rather the guy who plays him), got interviewed by the Independent, shared a theatre with Gordon Brown, watched the opening night of Hamlet with David Tennant and Patrick Stewart, waited by the stage door for half an hour only to come within spitting distance of him before he was whisked away, then drove home and drove the girls I was with home, falling into bed at 1am.
So I’ve been kinda busy.
Sorry.
(Hamlet is fucking AMAZING! THREE WEEKS til I go again!)
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July 25, 2008 at 8:51 pm
[...] Not only one of the best RSC productions I’ve seen to date (which isn’t many, which isn’t nearly enough) but one of the best productions of Shakespeare I’ve seen, the 2008 version of Hamlet comes highly recommended from me. Ignore the haters – they’ve been eloquently dealt with elsewhere – this is top stuff and most of the audience seem to agree. [...]
July 26, 2008 at 11:18 pm
“That bip-bip thing”
Old people are lovely, aren’t they?
Yesterday, my mum and I went to see her dad and my dad’s mum at the nursing home where they are both staying at. It’s like visiting the asylum every time we go there, and it doesn’t make it any easier that my mum considers my grandpa and grandma the two most evil people in her life. Her father was a violent alcoholic, and my grandma never forgave her for ’stealing’ her precious son away. Yes, my family puts the D in Dysfunctional…
Anyway, my grandpa didn’t even recognise us when we went in, and he was too weak to say anything. He’s got pneumonia – it’s the fifth time he’s had it in a short period of time – and the nurses say he hasn’t got much time left. While we were in his room, an old lady suddenly started screaming ‘I’m going for a shite, I’m going for a shite!’ in the corridor. Once the nurse got her into the toilet, she continued screaming ‘Shit, shit shit!’ My mum and I were cracking up in my grandpa’s room 
Then we went to see my 90-year-old grandma who’s gone completely gaga. She didn’t remember who I was, she screamed at my mum ‘What are you planning on doing to me?!’ and wondered who kept knocking on her wall (the room was, in fact, completely silent). She told us about a party she’d just attended at the president’s house, and then went into a rant about how all the houses she’s ever lived in have been destroyed. She was certain all her relatives are dead, and when my mum told her that quite a few of them are actually still alive, she said my mum’s lying. When my mum said that we were leaving and that Tiina would be driving, my grandma said ‘Okay, well tell Tiina I said hi then’
She’d forgot that I was there.
It never gets dull with the oldies, that’s for sure *sigh* In a way, it’s extremely sad that these people have ended up in such a state… and yet, at the same time, some of the things they come up with are just simply hilarious.
July 27, 2008 at 5:39 pm
… Wow. Those sound like a fairly eventful visits…