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Well, I was meant to be going to the Barbemeet, but while I was delivering a friend to the Galileo for a quick drink before she went to see the London première of the Adrian Noble Brand at the Theatre Royal opposite, I bumped into my sister.
This was extraordinary, given that she lives in Paris and was last seen marooned in the Shetland Islands by fog (took the ovvernight ferry, apparently). We were both a little shocked.
Anyway, she was going to see Brand as well, as a guest of the Norwegian Embassy, and insisted that I come along, her friend having cancelled. She'd called the LRB to ask if another fellow wanted to join her, but he hadn't called back. So, she dived back into the Norwegians to retrieve the ticket she had just returned, and we headed for the foyer, only to see said other fellow.
Cue sister retrieving ticket from me with apologies, and going over to proffer it to SOF, who had in fact not been contacted by the LRB and was there on his own recognizance, and thus slightly confused by this interruption. Anyway, finally made it into the theatre and by further ludicrous chance found myself sitting one row directly in front of my friends who were going to see it independently. Absurd...
Mind you, the play was fairly absurd too. We were invited to the first-night party, but were both tired, I wanted to grab a drink with the Barbeloids, it was just going to be the cast and crew and a few dignitaries, and what do you say to Ralph Fiennes anyway? "Hi Ralph? We kept bumping into each other, literally, at Kokomo's when you were doing Shakespeare in Shoreditch. And we spoke briefly at the RSC. But I'm not stalking you, honest. I'm afraid I'm going to be critical of the play. Can I put my meanness in your ear?".
So, yes. All a bit odd. I was meant to be at a launch today, but I felt a bit rancid... |
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