Instead let me regale you with my mental rant about last nights Hamlet. Seriously not good. Take one melancholic prince and turn him into a restless hoodie with ADHD who has forgotten to take his Ritalin I wanted to cry out " Shut up you miserable spoilt brat" The rest of the cast veered between the dazed and confused mumbling their lines and the cast of The Sweeney raging all the time in mockney, I almost thought I heard Gertrude say "Get ahht a ma pub"
What it needed was:
- Hamlet to take his Ritalin
- Half the cast to remember to speak loud enough to be heard at the back
- The other half of the cast to enunciate without butchering each and every blahddy vowel
- Editing by 30mins
Hey ho so it's off to a 50th Bday party I go, to wear to which I have bought the most gorgeous dress, If I can I may take a piccy.