Love that I can walk to the end of my street, and pop into the Duke of York’s to watch a film. I should do it more often!
Just seen Ink – a play about Rupert Murdoch and his purchase of The Sun – with his current wife sat just a few rows behind me. She’ll have approved, as Bertie Cavel depicts him in a remarkably good light. Less so the monsters he created.
A weird and unnerving aura, with ochre-tinged, dust-filled skies brought to us by Ophelia.
Looks like I have some reading to do.