Saw an amazing interactive, modernized, musicalized, Fringe as fuck version of Lope de Vega's Fuente Ovejuna (The Sheep Well) tonight at the Southwark Playhouse. Walking on clouds after that. No really. How many times does an audience get to stone a man to death with water balloons? If you know the play, you will understand what sort of position that puts you in as being responsible for standing by for rape. The show was so funny and also so arresting. The actors so nice and the use of modern music, rewritten songs, and the altered prologue from Henry V among other Shakespeare, I could not have asked for a better time for 8 quid if I tried.
On the way back a horde of loud men and boys of massively varying ages dressed in ties and school boy clothes came on to the ube car that I was alone in. They were friendly and hilarious to watch be ridicualous. When I asked where they were going they said they had no idea. I think they were going to what one said was "a school disco". Or whatever. Amusing beyond all belief.
Yesterday, after days of not sleeping well or much each night in Greece. I looked forward to a nice bed. When Hermione called and invited me to go to a bonfire with her Mark and Nick, I was stoked. Mark was even bringing me a jacket, since I have no warm clothes. When I got to Kilburn Station to meet Mark, I discovered that bonfire meant camping. I contemplated leaving. I didn't. I had a great fucking time! We ate so much food. So much that I have felt like throwing up all day. We drank so much alcohol. We got so little sleep. We had so much fun.
Tomorrow, I will brave the Primark zoo to buy myself some warmer clothing. No immediate plans. Just loving being here. Even the air is home.
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