Last night we went to Warwick Arts Centre to see the new Stan's Cafe piece, The Cleansing of Constance Brown, that B is involved with. It is absolutely brilliant; unfortunately I can't say 'go and see it', because tonight is it's last night there and I believe the tickets are sold out. On Monday they are packing it up and taking it to the Vienna Arts Festival for a couple of weeks and after that it goes to Cork and on to Edinburgh - so if you do get a chance at any of those, go along, it's definitely worth it.
I won't say very much about the actual show as I think the Stan website and the Vienna website say it all better than I could. But - it's for only twenty five people at a time and the set is a corridor with half a dozen doors each side, running away from the audience. And it's brilliant, did I say?
And that's my lot.
It was very nice to catch up with all the people I hadn't seen for quite a while too, and the only downside to the entire evening was the APPALLING coffee served by the Warwick Arts Centre bar. I'm not a coffee fan at the best of times - and the best of times is definitely not 10.30PM when I am knackered and fancying a cup of tea.
They didn't do tea.
I was distraught.
And the poor-substitute coffee was actually a cup of luke-warm water plonked in front of me in a pool of warm beer on the bar, with one of those little tubes of coffee grounds beside it for me to tip in to it. And I had to ask for milk and sugar, which seemed to take them by surprise and cause very slight resentment.
Next time, I will be taking a thermos.
For now that is all - we have two sets of people coming to view the house this morning and I need to remove the pile of cat sick from the sitting room and the deceased dunnock from under the bed.
Also, I found mouse-poo in the bed last night but was too tired at 1.30AM to do anything but brush it out and collapse. Vile I know.
Wish us luck with the viewings.