If it had been MacMillan's exquisite ballet, I'd have been holding back tears.
If it had been Shakespeare, I'd be on the edge of my seat.
But I did think that Gounod makes a sentimental dog's dinner of a great tragic story.
And there were several empty seats after the interval.
Not me. I stuck it out to the end.
But I must have had a premonition that it was going to be a Long Night.
Because at 4pm I hurriedly made a big plate of egg and chips.
To see me through -
A very shrill soprano
A libretto that would have Shakespeare spinning in his grave
And an overwhelming urge to grab the mobile phones from all the fidgety, twitchy young people sitting around me.
Just what is it with some people and their phones!? You would think that nobody wants to talk any more. It drives me crazy when I spot a couple at the cinema and both are playing with their 'devices' instead of sharing their day or laughing together.
ReplyDeleteSorry the opera wasn't all that wonderful, Mary. The egg and chips bit has reminded me that I'm hungry!
Darlene, I'm turning into such a grumpy old woman. It's their bottles of water, too .. Since when was it acceptable to sit in a theatre swigging from plastic bottles!
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