I’m busier than ever these days as a critic for Entertainment Focus, as well as working on my own reading and writing projects. Normally I’m at the theatre about twice a week, and I churn through books too. It’s a great privilege, hard work, and I love it!
Last night I witnessed Pip’s intimate knowledge of his craft first-hand, and it was fascinating to see. We were in Highbury for a gig at the Garage, and after a miscommunication meant that an arranged interview initially didn’t go according to plan; we retreated to an Italian restaurant across the road where, over two courses, Pip used his brains and charm to work out the result he was after.
Plans are afoot. I daren’t say too much in case it doesn’t happen and because it’s subject to change: but Pip has a big birthday later this year, and he’s plotting something justifiably grand!
It’s now over a year since we last holidayed. Australia was the trip of a lifetime and I loved seeing two major cities and their countryside environs, as well as being there for dear friends’ wedding. It was even worth the return flight home during which I was desperately ill and certain (in my melodramatic way) that I was dying! In our eight and a half years together we’ve also been to the Norfolk Broads, the Lake District, Tuscany and Vienna. I’ve adored all of them, and even though I’m still paying off Australia I can’t help but think travelling is money well-spent. The memories they lay down can become life-forming and precious.
Naughty me. I’d arranged to view a play on Tuesday evening. For some stupid reason February 14th didn’t ring any bells. So I spent the evening alone at Theatre 503 watching what was admittedly a great play. Mathematics of the Heart, ironically (and painfully) enough, is about relationships and the difficulty in meeting partners’ expectations. I was surrounded by couples. Pip was at home on his own.
Undoubtedly the critic gig has amazing perks, and it’s great to see so many shows. But there are times when I should really be at home.