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Farewell to the Theatre

posted 16 Mar 2012, 09:16 by Stephen Taylor   [ updated 19 Mar 2012, 14:02 by I.D. Est ]
Mondays are lovely. I like to think of them as an extension of Sundays. Even though most of us don’t have Mondays off, Monday still can be spent doing some of the things we didn’t have time for during the weekend. 

Last Monday I roamed through the West End in search of ghosts. I never knew there were so many theatre spirits amongst us, but then again I’m rarely out and about in the early hours of the morning. 

This Monday I met up with my sister at The Rosslyn Arms. Have you been there? Not only is it a wonderful pub nestled up against an ancient chapel, it’s also where you get the best pizza in Hampstead. Baked in a wood fired oven, fresh topping, a true Italian experience. Here is a little secret: on Mondays and Tuesdays you get 2 for 1.

Hampstead Theatre

Shortly after the pizzas had arrived at our table, a fairy-like creature glided towards us. This young girl was unable to speak, simply stood right next to me and stared at the pizzas with Oliver Twist eyes. Her father shouted over the music “don’t touch anything!” but she didn’t seem to hear him. I had no choice but to give her a slice of the pesto and mozzarella kind. (I didn’t think she would like the one with carrots and courgettes). The dad seemed embarrassed yet pleased at this development. Later on, when they were leaving, the girl stopped by our table again and said in a load clear voice “Thank you for the pizza!” Children like that ought to be cloned.
Two pizzas, two cokes and two lattès later, my sister and I wandered down to the Hampstead Theatre. My sister had been in charge of buying the tickets, so I had no idea what we were seeing. It’s exciting not to know anything about a play, or what is playing for that matter. Simply sit there in the audience like a sponge–like tabula rasa and hope for the best.

I was not disappointed. The play was “Farewell to the Theatre” by Richard Nelson. It had me after the first few lines. Every word was brilliant; the actors superb, I even recognised a few of them. I don’t know who anyone is anymore, so I was quite pleased with myself.

When I got home I brewed a big cup of green tea and ate a healthy amount of chocolate.

All in all it had been another marvellous Monday.