satyrica

So although working foiled my study plans earlier in the week, I do feel like I'm still being semi-constructive at the mo. I used my random days off during last week to see matinees at the cinema and went down to the theatre in Basingstoke on wednesday night.

We saw the Playboy of the Western World which (from the title) I's pretty sure I'd seen during my theatre-haunting days in oxford but I didn't recognise remotely: Mags & I had gone down as part of Kat's attempt to convince us that basingstoke wasn't a complete cultural desert, although the play didn't turn out to be all that great, but it was kinda a nice evening anyway. The wierdest thing was being in Basingstoke town centre at 6.30pm and it being completely empty, absolutely no-one in sight: it felt really creepy and alien but I guess I've just been in London too long.

The films were The Motorcycle Diaries, more Gael Garcia Bernal goodness, which was really cool and Stage Beauty (about the move from men to women playing the female roles in plays during the Restoration period) which was very entertaining, even if it was rather open to a very heteronormative analysis ;-)