Went to see Hamlet with David Tennant and Patrick Stewart for the second time last night. It has transferred to London from Stratford for a couple of months.
It was just as good as I remember it despite being disturbed by latecomers for the first 15 minutes. (They should be made to stand at the back until the interval if they can't be arsed to arrive on time. Or quietly shot)
However there was one other incident that irked me and ruffled anglo-american relations. In the traditional queue for the loos during the interval an American lady who was next to me struck up conversation by asking what I thought of the play so far. I told her I thought it was very good, to which she replied:
"I find the language a bit fluffy."
So then I pointed out politely that she had just insulted our best and most loved playwright but that I wouldn't hold it against her. She thanked me for this obviously not quite understanding what I actually meant was:
"I'm taking you outside now and throwing you to all the people who couldn't get tickets."