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For those of you who have not heard of her, Fiona Shaw is, in the words of Dave McRee "The best actress of her generation." To an outsider, this may seem like an exaggeration. It was not. Her performance absolutely blew me out of the water. It was an extraordinarily moving of the poem (which as I think I mentioned, it had been my business to become familiar with) as well as a real life example of what I want to be. Watching her was an education. I have something to work towards. There are no words to properly describe it. She is a true master.
Ian, I am so jealous that you got to have a master class with her. That is amazing.
Other events of the day: I failed at waking up on time(Sarah's alarm clock went off twice and I slept right threw it. At ten minutes to class time she woke me up because she is a good human being), but I still successfully presented on The Waste Land; I ate a pasty for the first time and it was delicious, rode a double-decker bus for the first time, saw an interesting and well done staging of 1984(there were puppets involved) during which I had some rather tasty spiked cider, I saw the Tower of London and walked across Tower Bridge(which is awesome), talked to English people for five minutes straight and they didn't hate me even though I am American, learned that pubs serve tea, used my guidebook for the first time(it is tiny and has eleven maps!), chatted up a cute bartender who wore suspenders and a cravat and was quite cheeky but gave me a free drink, SAW FIONA SHAW PERFORM(I think I mentioned that earlier), had a delicious Belgian beer in the pub across the street from our apartment building(The Crown and Anchor. A very pubbish name. My need for stereotype is satisfied), and failed to buy a phone and groceries. Much of this in the company of Sarah, who I am very lucky to be rooming with. All in all, an excellent day.
I dig this city, even if it does have grandma hours.
Also, I fixed it so anyone can comment on the blog now. Have at it!
ok let's see if i can work it.
ReplyDeleteHA! i did it. that's a first for me (posting to a blog--hell, reading one is something i don't do every day either.)
ReplyDeleteSo, carlita, just make sure you look RIGHT before you leave the kerb (n.b. UK spelling), so you don't get kilt.
"Ah, to be in England . . ." i'll have to just get my kicks reading your blog, so keep it up, dearie (anyone call you that yet?)
Hello my most beautiful daughter. I am so enjoying your blogs. It helps me share your experience. Good move not going with those people on the train(underground). Does Dave know about your writing about your trip? He might like to? Samosas, yummy! Who sat next to you on the flight to London? Watch out for the snow and LOOK RIGHT like your auntie says. Love Papa
ReplyDeleteWoah!... Carlita corazon. Reading your blog is a delight!
ReplyDeleteLondon, theater, pubs, cute bar tenders, Fiona Shaw, and and and ... talking about being in your element!
I am thoroughly enjoying your trip, just as if I was there. How exciting!
Love ya lots.
Pablo