Mediation on Memory.

(How posh is that title?)
I was thinking today about how appaling I am at PE, and about how, at good-old Alcester High School I was always picked last when the teachers let individual students pick their teams.
BIG CONFESSION: It never actually bothered me.
I was 15, I think I'd realised that I was about as much use to my team as a stuffed teddy bear. I used to play a little game with myself when we played basketball: I'd see how long I could stand on the same spot on the court without moving before my team yelled at me. Even my PE Teachers used to take pity and let me sit on the stage and read my books during lessons of lacrosse.
My freind Alice wasn't much better than me, and so when the team-picking happned we'd stand by eachother like conjoined twins and say that we came as a pair and had to be picked as such. It was amusing to annoy other (sporty) people in that maner.
Hahaha.
Anyway.
Useless post.
PS: I'm going to see the last night of Arabian Nights tonight. I'm expecting greatness.

I Come Not To Praise Ceaser, But To Bury Him.

That makes it sound like I didn't enjoy it, which is not true. I did, although it wasn't quite as OhMyGod-You-Must-Go-And-See-That good as I expected. It took me a while to get into it, but when I did I was impressed. It was a good staging of it, I, in my humble opinion, thought, although it was very dark and quite scary at times. & the stage was swimming with (very realistic) fake blood at the end.

I tell you what though, Sam Troughton was completely wasted on Robin Hood for 3 years! He was playing Brutus, and was hands down the best member of the cast. I just sat there thinking "Wow. This guy can act. What on earth was he doing playing second-fiddle to Jonas Armstrong on a Saturday Night TV Show?"

Not of course, that I have anything against Saturday Night TV, I'm one of it's biggest fans. Especially, especially Doctor Who. And I had a Robin Hood obsession during series 2 (Harry Lloyd, yum.) But anyway. Not the time.

So, to sum-up, it was good, but not amazing. I did love the way they staged the "Friends, Romans, Countrymen" speech, it was nothing like I imagined it.

Beware the Ides of March...

I'm going to see Julius Ceaser at the RSC Courtyard Theatre today. I love Shakespeare, and I love living in Stratford because it means I get to go and see it as often as I can afford (which will be more when I'm 16 and get £5 tickets.)

The last time I did Julius Ceaser was in my year 9 English class - and our group had to preform the "Brutus in an honourable man..." speech, where I was a pleb. I thought it was fab, and wonderfully political, so I'm quite excited about seeing the first half. We only studied he first act, though, so the second bit is a bit more of a mystery. I fear the worst - although I feared the worst with The Winters Tale and I loved that.

I've spent the morning reading the reviews, the folowing is from The Telegraph:

"Greg Hicks powerfully captures the mixture of grandiosity and fearful frailty that makes up Caesar's character, while Sam Troughton finds a similar ambivalence in Brutus, a genuinely good man fatally flawed by both self-righteousness and an inability to make the right decisions. John Mackay suggests both the chippiness and the emotional neediness of Cassius, and Darrell D'Silva is a superb Mark Antony, perpetually hung-over, bleary, overweight and a shameless rabble-rouser of an orator. The moment when he picks up a severed head, lying conveniently to hand on the battlefield, and casually throws it at Octavius Caesar as if it were a rugby ball, encapsulates the bitter, violent, blackly comic atmosphere of this production."

I can't wait.