Wednesday, July 26, 2006



D and I are playing 'The Crystal Maze' with an assortment of mental poles that need to come out of a box, but which will only come out if you pull them out in the correct order. The grass of the Cloisters at Kirkstall Abbey is covered in accumulated tat of a touring theatre company - swords, fire extinguishers, plastic glasses, cargo nets. I can hear Bottom speaking. Pierce Brosnan's son is carrying a metal crate behind the seating whilst Wayne Sleep half dances his way through the debris.

Theatre. You've got to love it.


val said...

I'm not jealous, really, really not...:-)

cat said...

sounds like a fun, but slightly disturbing, dream...