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My Night With Reg by Kevin Elyot, Questors Theatre, 13 October 2000, Followed By 48 Hours With Hilary, Chris, Phillie & Tony In Bristol

Who in their right minds would arrange a night with the Duchess on Friday 13th, ahead of a weekend with the in-laws…or, as I used to describe them before Janie and I got married, out-laws?

We probably fancied seeing this play – we’d seen other Kevin Elyot & enjoyed it…

The Day I Stood Still by Kevin Elyot, Cottesloe Theatre, 24 January 1998

…but had missed My Night With Reg when it premiered.

As usual, The Questors Theatre did a more than serviceable job of putting on this type of play. And as usual, The Questors puts professional theatres to shame with the consistency and quality of its archive – click here for all the resources on the production we saw.

We have no record of where we ate afterwards. We must have eaten somewhere. Probably a local place chosen on the basis of who would be open once the play had ended.

We do know where we stayed in Bristol on this occasion. Janie wrote down Swallow, but then detailed notes on the Thistle Hotel, which I am sure would have been Phillie & Tony’s pick, for reasons of their own. Janie and I would have been more enthusiastic about the Swallow, which at least had good swimming pool and “spa-like” facilities, whereas the Thistle was more than a little mere.

Still, we all helped Chris celebrate his birthday, which was the purpose of the visit. I’m pretty sure this was a big extended table family do at Hil & Chris’s house. Not quite as much drama as My Night With Reg, but surely some.

The Wild Duck by Henrik Ibsen, Questors Theatre, 15 October 1999

A successful night at The Questors with the Duchess (Janie’s mum). I wrote,

very good,

in my log, which will be a comment on the play/production rather than The Duchess’s conduct.

Janie and I subsequently saw a superb production of this play at The Donmar.

I recall having some reservations about seeing an amateur production of this great play, but actually The Questors had actors and creatives of sufficient quality to carry this work well.

Janie’s diary suggests that we went to eat at a place named Rastificia afterwards, on Ealing Broadway, at 10:30. Sounds like Jamaican food from the name.

Just what Janie and I will have needed on a Friday evening after a long week’s work. No doubt the waiters made a fuss of The Duchess and no doubt she wanted to stay for one more cigarette at the end of the meal, so we’ll have got home very late indeed.

Also, no doubt, the deal was that The Duchess did the theatre tickets, Janie did the interval drinks and I did the meal. [Note to historians – The Duchess got several pairs of guest tickets free each year with her membership of The Questors – I’m pretty sure we didn’t go any more often than the using up of the freebies allowed].

“Parsimony is the best policy” – The Duchess of Castlebar