Crotchity Old Man
Went to the theatre for the first time in ages, to see Mike Leigh’s 2000 Years. I’ve not been to the Royal Theatre in Newcastle before — it’s quite an impressive building but the seats are uncomfortable and the acoustics aren’t great.
The play was good. The father was great, being a crotchity old man of the type that I hope to grow old to be. It was rather like his earlier films; lots of middle class people, all of whom seem to have developed a particularly good line in witty repartee for no adequately explained reason.
But you can forgive anybody who can finish a play discussing the political situation Israel, with a bad pun about Noah.
Originally published on my old blog site.