Ahhhh ...

[blamebrampton]

Lovely day. Pericles with pushdragon, including Marcus Graham with lots of chest showing, brilliant Japanese drumming and post-play chocolate, then lovely dinner with friends including crazed parrot. I had forgotten that Pericles contains pirates, the stupidest plot contrivances ever and the great clodhopping boots of the Exposition Fairy doing her version of Country Dancing, but you know, add some good drumming, great company and hot men, and I am prepared to forgive anything.

Minor dramas in between the play and dinner, including Mr Brammers taking to his bed with flu and having to find my way in Suburbia which would have been easier had the taxi not dropped me off a kilometre before the *actual* corner I wanted and had Suburbia believed that people should be able to walk in it, but the cake and I made it in reasonable time and condition.

And the walk was spent in pleasant cogitations on the fineness of Marcus Graham, to whit: 

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[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Heh! Up your old way is practically the country! I had forgotten how far it actually was, and as we went sailing past the Rhodes turn-off in the cab I was thinking 'Surely not! We must be lost!''

[i-autumnheart.livejournal.com]

Well, there *was* a dairy farm practically next door when Mum and Dad moved in... it usually takes me slightly over an hour to get to your place from there, if the traffic cooperates.

Meadowbank would be so much easier to get to if the trains ran more often than once an hour on the weekend - that was always annoying. It's usually fastest to catch a train to West Ryde, because the intercity express trains headed north stop there, and then taxi down the hill.