Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Woman In Black


After a long day both of us were very much looking forward to our Date. Note the capital "D", because it consisted of dinner and a show. We hitched a ride on a double decker bus to the West End, where we walked along Oxford Street towards our ultimate goal. Enroute, we decided to check in a few camera stores, as our insurance company is demanding estimates for repair of my new mini-camera, rather than just replacing the thing which would be so much easier for everyone involved. Our foray through several shops served as a reminder that good customer service and pride in ones job do not come naturally to most young people. I question why I still get frustrated with shop attendents, as I should be used to this by now.
Leaving there, we had a brief stop in Chinatown to pick up some pot noodle for work, as you do, then headed over to the theatre which was just past Jubilee Market on Russel Street in Covent Garden. We were actually running out of time, hence why we didn't stop to eat in Chinatown but instead opted to eat at one of the overpriced restaurants in the Theatre District. We did however find a lovely Italian looking place called San Francesco, where we had a meal that ticked all our boxes: Romantic, Reasonable, and quick. For £10.95 each we had more than enough to fill us up. Christian started off with a divine fried camembert followed by a chicken dish; whilst I opted for the mozzeralla salad and veggie pasta. We were perfectly sated when we exited the restaurant and headed past the Lord of the Rings to the Fortune Theatre to see the riveting "Woman in Black". We had obtained a 2 for 1 voucher last week and since we both love thrillers, decided to make some use of the London Theatre that we tend to take for granted.
The theatre was very small and traditional in design; slightly smaller in fact than Ford's Theatre in Washington DC that we visited in 2003. We had exceptional seats; 3rd row aisle.

The play began at 8pm. It is a ghost story about a lawyer who tries to uncover the truth behind the home of a deceased client. Absolutely gripping, I accidently cried out during one of the more engagine scenes, much to the ongoing amusement of my husband. The play was done in the minimalist style now popular in plays; it consisted only of two actors, two chairs, and a large basket. They attempted to reawaken the imagination in us that our I-pods, TV's and the internet are slowly trying to kill off. They were successful in their task, using lighting and sound to intensify the experience.
After we left, we walked to Charing Cross Station and made our way back home by midnight.

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