Gene realized he hasn’t really seen much in London itself, so rather than the mini-break outside London, I think we’re going to stay in town to see things, and take a few day trips as well.
I’ve been looking at all the stuff we can do in London proper — a lot of which I’ve done before, but not since I was 17 — and I found this, which I knew about before and then forgot about.
Yeah, it’s the Royal Shakespeare Company’s Hamlet, starring Patrick Stewart as Claudius — basically, the best Hamlet you could hope to see, unless you traveled back in time to watch Patrick Stewart play Hamlet himself when he was younger. (Or I guess you would probably want to go back to Shakespeare’s time and watch his production.) And yeah, it’s sold out.
They’re also playing A Midsummer Night’s Dream, which I love and try to see whenever it’s playing near me. But they’re showing it the week after we leave.
I’m not sure why the Royal Shakespeare Company hates me so much. I’ve always been so supportive of them, and when people talk smack about them at parties and stuff I stick up for them, and that one time when they had that really bad cold I brought them an Ike’s sandwich. So where does this anger towards me come from? I don’t know, but I have thrown out my half of our heart-shaped Best Friends necklace, and if I get the chance I will totally make out with the Royal Shakespeare Company’s boyfriend just to be mean.