I suppose I could blame it on my brother. I was just nine and he would have been twelve. We were being taken to the theatre and then, at the last minute, the person we were going with, couldn't make it. So, since we were considered quite sensible,we were allowed to go on our own, packed into a taxi to take us to the theatre and money to get one to take us back again.
The first thing my brother did on arrival at the theatre, was to exchange the spare ticket for cash and for us to march to the nearest food shop to stock up on essentials, like frankfurters, with the proceeds. Back to the theatre and front stalls seats.
Even before the first interval, Wolf nudged me and whispered "This is crap" or something similar, I nodded in agreement and, without further ado, we forced everyone in our row to stand up, to let us out! I am afraid I have been at it every since!
Not often but where appropriate.
Like on Saturday. The Old Vic. A Sam Mendes production of As You Like It. Well, we didn't! In spite of sitting in the third row, we couldn't really hear properly and soon after, decided that we did not particularly care either.
We did have the grace to wait until the interval but then, we felt that enough was enough and out we went.
Bad habits die hard!
1 comment:
...oh that's a shame! I love the play and would expect the best from Mendes... was planning to buy tickets... maybe I'll use the money for some frankfurters instead! ;)
Elise
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