Category England

Lights are up!

One of my favourite nights of the year: when I come home and my little Passage is all lit up for the holidays. It’s just the best. And since I’m in England I don’t even have to pretend I’m horrified they didn’t wait until after Thanksgiving. That window you can see just over the shop […]

As one turns 40

Somewhere across town the London Symphony Orchestra is performing Berlioz’s Romeo and Juliet for an audience of n minus 1, as I think the expression goes. That’s because instead of occupying seat C42 in the Circle, I’m sitting cozily in my living room, enveloped in wool and candlelight and the sounds of a Beethoven symphony […]

An old play and a new friend

Tonight after work I hurried off to the Barbican to see the RSC’s production of The Taming of the Shrew. It was an interesting take on the play — all the roles were reversed, with women in the men’s roles and men in the women’s roles. Some of it worked well, mainly because the RSC […]

As I liked it

Another quiet weekend in London. Most of it spent in and around the flat doing life admin, errands, etc. The highlight was Friday night, when I walked down to the Barbican and saw the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production of As You Like It — which it turns out I had never seen before. It’s one […]

That extra hour

One of my favourite days of the year: when summer time ends and we’re back on standard. Because I never bother to check the date in advance, it’s always a surprise. I wake up at the ordinary hour and discover that it’s actually an hour earlier. That blessed miracle of an extra hour in the […]

Ceramics and rain in Oxford

Remember how last year I brought that (allegedly) 18th Century Chinese dish home from the Cotswolds and used it for eating burrito bowls until I broke it by tapping it gently on my granite countertop? Well, it occurred to me (and some of you — Susan!) that this might be an interesting opportunity to try […]

Lungs and late at the Tate

Sometimes a play’s title sheds light on what’s to come. Sometimes it doesn’t. Last week I saw a play that fell into the latter category: Lungs, at the Old Vic. I still have no idea why it’s called Lungs. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it! Ninety minutes of Matt Smith and Claire Foy […]