This was to be our last visit to Sidney and Joan’s place in Child’s Hill; they moved to Hove just a few month’s later.
They signalled the impending move when we saw them; Joan’s daughter Astelle lives down that way and had just had a baby.
Sidney cooked one of his chicken casserole specials for us and plied us with some very nice wine.
We looked at baby photos, although we had already been sent quite a few of those by e-mail. We also looked at some old photos and talked quite a lot about photography, Photoshop and the like.
A very pleasant evening.
My diary is not very forthcoming about this evening.
I have a vague feeling that Janie sourced a high quality capon for this meal.
This is not to be confused with the tough old boiler chickens referred to as capons that I discuss in the middle of this history piece from 1967 – click here.
In any case, you can be sure that Janie cooked a very good meal and that we all had a very enjoyable evening.
I recall Janie wondering why we had booked this, when we reminded ourselves on the day about what we were going to see. A play about footballers and sex and stuff.
Here is a link to the Royal Court resource on The Pass.
Actually we both really enjoyed this play; it was full of energy, with a good mix of entertainment and issues to think about. Janie and I found lots to talk about afterwards.
Here is a link to a search term that digs out the reviews and stuff.
Here is the promo and explanatory vid:
I think we kept it simple foodwise after this one, with either sharwarmas from Ranoush or perhaps Mohsen for Iranian food.
It seemed like only a week since we last went to Harry’s and then The Hampstead…
…but this one did less for us.
I seem to recall finding the whole evening a bit irritating and we really didn’t like this play.
It’s had great reviews so don’t take our word for it.
Emilia Fox doesn’t do much for us and the play seemed very laboured and obvious in places.
The Hampstead resource on the play/production can be found here.
This search term will find you the reviews.
I have found an unfeasibly long trail of messages on Facebook messenger between me and Jilly simply to arrange for me and Janie to join Jilly and friends at Moro in Exmouth Market for Jilly’s sort-of birthday thing.
Not a big thing like her 2015 do – click here.
But still a thing.
It had been quite a while since I’d last seen Jilly, for no apparent reason other than general busyness, mutual social laziness and dates/lives not coinciding.
I have always liked Moro – click here – but hadn’t eaten there for some time, life not really taking me to Clerkenwell all that much now. I think it might have been a first time for Janie. North African Spanish fusion was bound to be her taste and indeed was.
Jilly’s friends are reliably good company and this occasion was no exception.
Janie and I very much enjoyed the evening, as did Jilly, by all accounts.
This was an extraordinary installation/show. Not quite in the same class as The Masque Of The Red Death, another punchdrunk masterpiece, but not far off.
We went with Kim and Micky, eating a spread of Big Al goodies at the flat before ambling over to the venue. The “Temple Studios” installation was in the old Paddington sorting office; the place from whence I used to collect my parcels and “must be signed for” mail, back in the day.
This piece is about the making of a Hollywood movie and the studio that is making it. But are the scenes we see playing out scenes from the movie or real violent drama playing out in the studio?
Kim tried to amuse herself by putting the performers off, but they were all too seasoned for that. I enjoyed getting lost around the studio and examining the incredibly detailed artefacts punchdrunk had strewn around the place, before wending my way through the various performance scenes.
It was great fun.
The bar and entertainment therein was good too. At that juncture, Kim’s style of intervention was positively sought after and Kim did not disappoint.
Here is a link to punchdrunk’s explanatory on-line resource and you might enjoy the “film trailer” below.
This link will take you to plenty of reviews; mostly excellent but some reviewers didn’t get it.
Janie and I really liked this play/production. Another “Hampstead Downstairs special” in our book.
A three-hander about an uber-male astronomer whose space is invaded by an arty female.
Funny and thought-provoking. We thoroughly enjoyed it. The piece deserves a bigger audience.
Here is a link to the Hampstead’s resource on the production.
The author explains some of his thinking in the vid below.
Diary suggests we ate at Harry Morgans before the show. I think we were coming towards the end of the Harry’s pre show era at that time.