Forming a new relationship can be a funny thing.
Perhaps they’re a friend-of-a-friend. Or a friend-of-many-friends. You’ve heard their name in conversations, over rooms, seen them comment on facebook status updates, anonymously followed them on twitter. You’ve heard great things. Or the curiously intriguing I’d be interested to hear your thoughts.
So you jump on a plane to Sydney, walk through the streets (with a detour by the Harbour – so much water is remarkable and incomprehensible), with one hand on the Maps app on your phone, trying to find the hidden theatre you’ve never been to before. You find it, a darling little shack of wood, sticking out on a corner, double doors open looking out onto the small suburban street. You grab your ticket and program (the script, no less!) and a glass of wine, and sit down and watch the shinny procession of glizty dresses, tendered dos, and high heels walk their way through the foyer: this is not the audience you’d expected to be sitting in.
Okay, so maybe this is just a little bit specific to my own relationship with This Year’s Ashes. Read the rest of this entry »