King Lear at The Old Vic
Husby and I went to the Old Vic for the relatively short run of Glenda Jackson as King Lear. Her return to the stage came after a twenty-five year absence; twenty-three of which were spent as an MP in my old neck of the woods in north-west London. And my god, was it a return. Her performance was well received in most UK and US press. She is eighty for crying out loud. And yet her voice is strong and even though we were seated towards the back of the stalls, heard her clearly - although the same couldn't be said of all. Rhys Ifans was perfectly cast as the Fool, the only permitted truth-teller. The husby found himself seated next to a jolly, round, middle-aged man who it turned out was a Rabbi visiting his old home country for a few days before returning to Jerusalem. He called the visit to see Lear as a 'little treat'. Indeed. Next week we are off to see Peter Pan at the National (Husby's daughter and grandson!) and then a few days later, he and I are seeing Amadeus, which will quite possibly be our last theatre trip of the year.