No wonder the Penny Reading tickets sold out very fast, because for that we enjoyed AS Byatt (who turned out to be a terrific dramatic reader) reading from Great Expectations; Louis de Bernières reading Little Nell's deathbed scene ... although MrsM'sD is inclined to agree with Oscar Wilde that it would take a heart of stone not to guffaw; and a great-great-great grand-daughter of the man himself reading from A Tale of Two Cities. There was also a very glamorous and funny magician. Dickens used to do conjuring tricks and must have been rather good because he once abracadabra'd a guinea-pig from a bran-tub and pulled a Christmas pudding out of a gentleman's hat. (MrsM'sD would like to take a bow and hopes that you are suitably impressed that she has remembered this snippet of useless literary information.)
Rather a good Sunday afternoon for 1p, don't you think? And as we were allowed to choose a novel to take home, I have great expectations of imminently embarking on Our Mutual Friend.