Saturday, 24 December 2016


6pm:  I admit, the prospect of venturing out into the cold night air and drizzle - and frizzing my Christmas hairdo - was distinctly unappealing. So whose bright idea was it to book a last pre-Christmas night out?
But I'm so glad I went. Because the RSC's country house production of Love's Labour's Lost - set in the summer of 1914 - was a complete delight and I'm sure Shakespeare would love it.  It's a bit Brideshead (well, there's a very Aloysius-y teddy bear), a bit Downton Abbey, lots of laughs - and yet poignant at the end when the men go off, not to test their true love but to fight WW1. The lovely set is based on Charlecote Park. Now I really want to see the companion piece Much Ado, which has had even better reviews and is set when they return from the trenches. There's a trailer here. The most enjoyable Shakespeare that I've seen in years.

WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
  And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
  And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,        
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
            To-whoo;
To-whit, to-whoo, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


Actually, the quotation I like best is this one:
 He hath not fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;
he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.

3 comments:

GSGreatEscaper said...

Jealous, so jealous! Happy New Year to you, and thanks for your wonderful posts throughout the years.

Veronica Cooke said...


Sounds fabulous - I'm so glad you made the decision to go!

Have a lovely holiday, Mary, and keep posting your brilliant posts. I so enjoy reading them.

Happy festivities!

Mary said...

Thank you both - and a belated happy Christmas.