Now Mother, what's the Matter?

Isn't it funny how the simple act of my Mother kinda yelling at me 'what have you done with the hairdryer?" can awake such beautiful memories in me.  I also think it's a testament to Shakespeare, David Tennant and my nerdiness that the first thing thst came to mind for me to say was the aforementioned Hamlet quote (see the title.)

I've just ordered my copy of the Hamlet DVD.  This means that I'll have seen David Tenannt in Hamlet 3 times live... and about 3 million times via my DVD player.  And I have the feeling that however many times I watch it, it will always be amazing.  Because his preformance was excellent.  He was funny and engaging and made me cry when he dies.  He made me fall just a little bit in love with Hamlet.  Ohhh....  Seriously, I can't beelive it's almost a year (on October 30th) that I last saw him in real life.  I queued at 7:30 in the freezing cold for two hours just to get that last ticket.  Previously, I'd seen him on my 15th birthday (August 28th) and Sepetember the 15th, with my fellow crazy-lover of him friend.  We met him that night.  He signed out programmes and spoke to us. 

Wow.

I still get shivers.

On a similar note - today I'm going with the same crazy best friend to see Michelle Paver talk at the Cheltanham Litery Festival.  I'm excited.  She wrote my almost-faveourite books.  I'll update you later.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come?

I'm reading my copy of Hamlet tonight.

I find an inordinate amount of comfort from it.  Because.

Because, despite my own problems, Hamlet's life is worse.

My Uncle hasn't married my Mother.  After killing my Father.

My Two best freinds aren't secretly spying on me.

I haven't got a ghost haunting me.

The mere act of typing this is making me feel better. 

Thankyou, William Shakespeare and your beautiful verse;
                                                        your beatiful prose.

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.