We went to see Shakepeare’s All’s Well That Ends Well last night. It wasn’t in some crusty old theatre but by the water in Vancouver: http://www.bardonthebeach.org/
All in all t’was a very good night indeed. There were sections where I had absolutely no idea what the hell had just been said, but I got the gist and even had a laugh in parts. The very cool thing was that when the doors were open on the set itself you looked right through them to the beautiful Vancouver nighttime skyline. When we went to get a drink just before the show started the guy who served me asked where I was from. So I said “Manchester” and he said “what part”, so I said “Failsworth” and he said “I’m from Whitefield”. “Get outa here” I said. And then he launches into a big moan about Vancouver, even though he’s been here for 20-odd years. Jeez, another bleedin moanin Brit.
Speaking of Brits I was supposed to meet my new British Airways pilot mate for a paddle this morning as he’s in town on another stopover. Long story short – I was there, he wasn’t. Tosser.
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