Another week has flown by...which is surprising considering it was my last agonising week at work and I was counting down the days (hours and minutes really, but I try not to be overly dramatic).
Tuesday 24 July saw me journey to the Battersea Arts Centre to see Romeo and Juliet. The building was reminiscent of a school hall & the theatre itself was only big enough to have 3 rows of 16. It was at this point that I lowered my expectations rather dramatically, so as not to be too disappointed. I did feel rather claustrophobic sitting at the end of the second row (furthest from the entrance/escape), with only a narrow space to get out. I was grateful that the woman in front of me was quite petite and old, so I'd be able to knock her out of the way quite easily and fight my way to the door if an emergency arose. It was very small and very dark...not a very relaxing atmosphere in which to be entertained. The audience was very close to the actors, the seats were actually just an extension of the stage. So close in fact, that I could see the shaking hands and the sweat dripping from the poor nervous little poppets. So close in fact, that when Juliet caught her knee on her gown in a particular scene, I was treated to a glimpse of her nipple. Quite possibly, this was the most entertaining part of the evening. It was difficult to rest my eyes with the actors so close, but I was quite weary at one point, so let myself have a brief time out. I opened my eyes to discover Juliet looking straight at me...so I made an effort to stay awake for the rest of the play. And thus ended my scintillating trip to Battersea.
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