I enjoyed a perfect early summer evening at Shakespeare's Globe last Thursday. I was at the Globe last two or three years ago - I went to watch a late night performance of Romeo and Juliet with friends under starry autumn skies. The beautiful building hadn't lost any of its magic for me; I was buzzing as soon as I walked through the doors. Fast forward a few years and I'm in ancient Egypt - this time I'd come to watch Antony and Cleopatra. The show was superb, a triumph - enchanting, funny, moving, with bold, simple sets. I loved it.
Of course I couldn't resist snapping Cleopatra's magnificent throne, which was left on stage at the end of the performance. After the play, I cycled home, alone, in quiet darkness - along the river, across Blackfriars Bridge, through Farringdon and past King's Cross - most enjoyable.
O excellent! I love long life better than figs.