Yesterday evening we went to see “Birdsong” at the Theatre Royal with Heather and Ewan. I read the book by Sebastian Faulks many years ago so I was interested to see it brought to the stage. Before the play we had a tasty dinner just across the road in the Piper’s Tryst Restaurant, where Alasdair and I used to have a weekly snack while Davie was at his piping lesson. Its menu has a Scottish slant, which I like.
At the interval we were chatting about the play so far and Ewan commented “Marvellous sets!” (about the scenery) However I misheard and thought that he said “Marvellous sex!” (there had indeed been a couple of love scenes.) I was surprised but thought he was just being very frank, and started discussing it until James pointed out my misunderstanding. I thought that this was very funny and found myself laughing about it several times during the second half. I had to stifle my laughter because it was not appropriate for the play, with its themes of war, death and doomed love. All in all I thought that it was an entertaining and well executed representation of the book.
It was not all that well attended which was a shame (although it was far from empty). However because of this they closed off the balcony, where I had chosen “cheap seats” (on the grounds that I would rather go to the theatre cheaply and often than expensively and only occasionally) and we were upgraded to excellent seats in the dress circle.
No comments:
Post a Comment