On Travels to My Aunt
Jun. 17th, 2013 12:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danieldwilliamI have spent the weekend visiting my aunt with Bluebird.
Fish and chips and chat on Friday.
Saturday we had a day trip to Stratford.
Bluebird and I spent the day on a bus tour of the various Elizabethan houses associated with Shakespeare. Anne Hathaway’s house started as a two room cottage on a tenant farm run by her dad and ended up as a 12 room house on a freehold farm owned by her brother. Shakespeare’s own family home was enlarged and then, when he inherited it from his father turned into a pub because he didn’t need a second house in Stratford. I’m left with an impression of a family on the up, in a town on the up in a country on the up. I must go and find out what was driving what looks like a widening of prosperity in Elizabethan England.
The houses were quite interesting, some good guides on hand to provide a bit of history and trivia. I most enjoyed the young chap in Anne Hathaway’s house who was full of the origins of phrases in day to day life.
Lovely gardens. Many big poppies. I wish my poppies were as large. I seem to only end up with the small orange-yellow poppies that seem to be endemic to Marchmont.
In the evening we met up with my aunt and her partner and went for an early dinner at the Black Swan then on to see a play at the Swan theatre. The play was “A Mad World My Master.” Written by Thomas Middleton in about 1603 this version was updated this year by the director. It’s a city satire – in modern terms half crime caper half bawdy rom-com. Updated from Jacobean London to 50’s Soho the play mixes the original story with a slightly updated plot. The protagonist Follywit aims to get his hands on his inheritance early from his rich uncle and comes up with various schemes to steal it. In parallel an acquaintance of the uncle’s has hired the uncle’s mistress to help him gain access to his lover who is kept secluded by her jealous husband. Then the two plot lines cross streams with hilarious consequences. No, really, they were hilarious.
The play was very funny, very bawdy and very dirty. The best acted and longest orgasm since Sally Met Harry. Lots of pimpsin double breasted and escorts in pettycoats and stockings and shady back alley hired toughs in battered hats. All being very, very rude to each other.
Perhaps my favourite insult of the evening – quim whisker.
Fabulous use of music throughout. Lots of live singing, not just by the nightclub singer and her band but also by lots of the cast.
Great fun – if not very serious. Go and see it if you can.
Sunday was a lazy day with a BBQ and then a gentle meander home.
Fish and chips and chat on Friday.
Saturday we had a day trip to Stratford.
Bluebird and I spent the day on a bus tour of the various Elizabethan houses associated with Shakespeare. Anne Hathaway’s house started as a two room cottage on a tenant farm run by her dad and ended up as a 12 room house on a freehold farm owned by her brother. Shakespeare’s own family home was enlarged and then, when he inherited it from his father turned into a pub because he didn’t need a second house in Stratford. I’m left with an impression of a family on the up, in a town on the up in a country on the up. I must go and find out what was driving what looks like a widening of prosperity in Elizabethan England.
The houses were quite interesting, some good guides on hand to provide a bit of history and trivia. I most enjoyed the young chap in Anne Hathaway’s house who was full of the origins of phrases in day to day life.
Lovely gardens. Many big poppies. I wish my poppies were as large. I seem to only end up with the small orange-yellow poppies that seem to be endemic to Marchmont.
In the evening we met up with my aunt and her partner and went for an early dinner at the Black Swan then on to see a play at the Swan theatre. The play was “A Mad World My Master.” Written by Thomas Middleton in about 1603 this version was updated this year by the director. It’s a city satire – in modern terms half crime caper half bawdy rom-com. Updated from Jacobean London to 50’s Soho the play mixes the original story with a slightly updated plot. The protagonist Follywit aims to get his hands on his inheritance early from his rich uncle and comes up with various schemes to steal it. In parallel an acquaintance of the uncle’s has hired the uncle’s mistress to help him gain access to his lover who is kept secluded by her jealous husband. Then the two plot lines cross streams with hilarious consequences. No, really, they were hilarious.
The play was very funny, very bawdy and very dirty. The best acted and longest orgasm since Sally Met Harry. Lots of pimpsin double breasted and escorts in pettycoats and stockings and shady back alley hired toughs in battered hats. All being very, very rude to each other.
Perhaps my favourite insult of the evening – quim whisker.
Fabulous use of music throughout. Lots of live singing, not just by the nightclub singer and her band but also by lots of the cast.
Great fun – if not very serious. Go and see it if you can.
Sunday was a lazy day with a BBQ and then a gentle meander home.
