Have you heard of War Horse? It’s a book, that was turned into a play, that was turned into a film.
My wife (she of the always original, always excellent birthday gifts), treated me to a visit to the New London Theatre (which is at least 40 years old) to see the play.
Amazing. Its about a horse and a boy that end up on the front line in World War I. The boy was played by a boy. Not surprising. But the horse was played by two actors manipulating a massive horse shaped frame; they were brilliant – they made the contraption move like a horse and you actually forgot you weren’t watching an actual horse.
But naturally this blurb is not about the play, the horse, or my 34th birthday (ha! ha!). No this was about the intermission refreshments.
Now the wife is not only an excellent picker of surprises, she also has a handy knack of picking perfect seats; right by the exit, which was right by the loos, which were right by the stairs, which led right to the bar. Perfect! And that’s where we headed at half-time. To purchase this…
So what’s the big deal about a glass of wine I hear you yawn. What, you don’t like drinking wine out of a plastic beaker? Are you some kind of nonce?
That’s two plastic beakers of wine for £20. That’s $33. I mean seriously.
But less of the moaning. Wine is wine. And as my Grandmother used to say ‘Wine is mine, ne’er the vessel from whence it shine’ which is bullshit, as you have probably worked out. For a start my Grandmother never went near wine.
Bloody good show though.