There’s not a great deal to report today. We spent the evening at Jenine’s house yesterday, and stopped off at the Rainbow on the way home. The square was busy with people watching ‘Men in Shorts II’, or some other entertainment, and, by the sound of it, they were having a jolly time. The television in one bar was, somehow, several seconds ahead of the one in the other bar, which made for an entertainment in itself. If something almost happened in the film, the one audience oohed and aahed, then calmed down, and as soon as they had, the viewers next door had the same reaction, like an echo, only louder.
Apparently, they’d all seen this film before, or one very like it, and they’d also seen it a hundred times, but still, they had come back for more. As far as I can make out, it’s a simple plot: One lot of men bob and bounce in front of another lot of men, try to get past them to achieve their goals, but only occasionally succeed. Meanwhile, everyone gets injured or hops about holding their foot, writhes on the floor in agony because someone else came too close, and the man in charge can’t do anything much but blow a whistle. Now and then, something of import will take place, and the audience lets out a loud roar, and then we go back to fifteen minutes of tension before something almost happens again. After the curtain comes down, there is a great debate across all television channels, where ancient men are wheeled out to dissect and discuss, and some channels put a token woman in the mix in the hope they will seem less mannish in their presentation. Apparently, the show will be repeated on Sunday.
Depending on what time the curtain goes up, I may or may not be in the audience. It’s our godson’s 21st on Sunday, and we will be celebrating that, for the early part of the evening at least. Who knows, we might drop in to see Act Two if we feel so inclined, or we might just turn up for the interval and then go home. That’s days away yet. Meanwhile, here’s a random photo.
