Discontented Winter.
Mar. 13th, 2004 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI will start off with a gushing review of last night. Cut-tagged because my posts are far too long as it was.
Well, I was stupid enough to immediatly think of the Winter of Discontent of 1979 instead of Richard III. Whoops.
The night started off well. Sidg! Yay! *bounces* We all trailed in, and I felt really nostalgic. Dude, that was the room I went in on my first day and haven't been in since.
Pointed out Luke to Sidg is slighlty surreptitious way and hope he doesn't think I'm mental on Tuesday. Then the play started.
Well, it wasn't quite what I expected, but then, I didn't know what to expect anyway. It was absolutely fabulous, though. It was, as far as I can guess, a re-working of Richard III. I've never read the play, and I'm going on popular history here. The lad playing "Ronan" was absolutely brilliant, and in a weird way, really reminded me as Jack Sparrow, with the swagger and some of the phrases used. He also managed to get across the idea he was totally, y'know, evil. The other 'bad' actors were good too. (Does that make sense?) Yay Phil! Etc. However, they actually had human as a dog, and it was completely and utterly convincing.
Now, by this point I still couldn't work out the Richard III connection, until we got to the Two Princes. Genius, I tell you. Hysterically funny.
And, of course, we had the Top Totty. Or, Liz. The dancing was good, I tell you! It's my shoes, I'm convinced. The idea of having a whole bunch of people called Top Totty is inherantly funny.
Actually, the play was very funny in itself, and yet tragic. I mean, the line "My Nan has a bicuit tin with a picture of your nan" on it is hysterical, but then it's just flipped and really makes you think. And then there was the Star Trek character. I laughed my arse off, but then she was sad.
I enjoyed it. It was a good night out. It made me have Whitney Housten in my head all night. Okay, that's a bad thing.
So, that was my last niht. I came home and watched sitcoms. I even watched The Good Life, voluntarily too. I will not grow to like it, but I did snigger at the following:
"What about Margo and Jerry? They're always over here!"
"Tell her we've got Michael Foot staying!"
I laughed myself stupid, and Dad beamed at the fact I knew who he was. Then I realised that I couldn't seem to escape college, so I switched the Fawlty Towers.
Which was in the process of showing an advert for Men Behaving Badly. GAH! Media Studies is taking over!
(Blackadder was worth staying around for, though.)
Today was an absolute nightmare. Work was hell and then I came home. Could I relax? No? I had to type up 19 pages of my mum's college work.
Three hours later, I thought my head was going to explode. As such, I'm going to go to bed now, I think. My friend's page is being quiet, OSA seems... weird at the moment and I'm tired.
I'm so boring.
~Hathy_Col~
Well, I was stupid enough to immediatly think of the Winter of Discontent of 1979 instead of Richard III. Whoops.
The night started off well. Sidg! Yay! *bounces* We all trailed in, and I felt really nostalgic. Dude, that was the room I went in on my first day and haven't been in since.
Pointed out Luke to Sidg is slighlty surreptitious way and hope he doesn't think I'm mental on Tuesday. Then the play started.
Well, it wasn't quite what I expected, but then, I didn't know what to expect anyway. It was absolutely fabulous, though. It was, as far as I can guess, a re-working of Richard III. I've never read the play, and I'm going on popular history here. The lad playing "Ronan" was absolutely brilliant, and in a weird way, really reminded me as Jack Sparrow, with the swagger and some of the phrases used. He also managed to get across the idea he was totally, y'know, evil. The other 'bad' actors were good too. (Does that make sense?) Yay Phil! Etc. However, they actually had human as a dog, and it was completely and utterly convincing.
Now, by this point I still couldn't work out the Richard III connection, until we got to the Two Princes. Genius, I tell you. Hysterically funny.
And, of course, we had the Top Totty. Or, Liz. The dancing was good, I tell you! It's my shoes, I'm convinced. The idea of having a whole bunch of people called Top Totty is inherantly funny.
Actually, the play was very funny in itself, and yet tragic. I mean, the line "My Nan has a bicuit tin with a picture of your nan" on it is hysterical, but then it's just flipped and really makes you think. And then there was the Star Trek character. I laughed my arse off, but then she was sad.
I enjoyed it. It was a good night out. It made me have Whitney Housten in my head all night. Okay, that's a bad thing.
So, that was my last niht. I came home and watched sitcoms. I even watched The Good Life, voluntarily too. I will not grow to like it, but I did snigger at the following:
"What about Margo and Jerry? They're always over here!"
"Tell her we've got Michael Foot staying!"
I laughed myself stupid, and Dad beamed at the fact I knew who he was. Then I realised that I couldn't seem to escape college, so I switched the Fawlty Towers.
Which was in the process of showing an advert for Men Behaving Badly. GAH! Media Studies is taking over!
(Blackadder was worth staying around for, though.)
Today was an absolute nightmare. Work was hell and then I came home. Could I relax? No? I had to type up 19 pages of my mum's college work.
Three hours later, I thought my head was going to explode. As such, I'm going to go to bed now, I think. My friend's page is being quiet, OSA seems... weird at the moment and I'm tired.
I'm so boring.
~Hathy_Col~
