One man show

Last night we went to see Jack Docherty at Eastwood Theatre. It was good but a bit intense, as one man shows often are. I think he’s very talented and his monologue about a chance that he missed in his life and his efforts to recapture it was very good. But it was short of being brilliant. He had aimed high and didn’t quite get what he was aiming for I think. Nevertheless it was a fun and interesting evening. I was very surprised that James said that it was his first time at the Eastwood Theatre. I have certainly been there a few times, once with Ally W’s book club to see a Margaret Atwood documentary, and a couple of Am Dram performances. It’s very handy for us, only 15 minutes by car. 

We were home nice and early because there was no interval, and had a cup of tea while watching the latest episode of Peaky Blinders. This is the final series, and so far they are keeping up their high standard. Each scene is shot so artistically that it looks like a painting. Still, all things must come to an end and it’s probably about time that Tommy Shelby hangs up his razor-lined flat cap.