Battle of the Sexes
A cold Monday night in October normally means a night in front of the box hoping to find something watcheable, but not this Monday (20th October 08). Oh no, tonight means that the angular, concrete environs of the National Theatre on the Southbank beckon. And may I say how good that concrete looks now. Lit by bluish uplighters it really seems to have come into it's own. A concrete monstrosity no longer ... At the bar I ask the barman if I can order drinks for the interval. The barman replies affirmatively but adds that it's not necessary as tonights show is only 65 minutes long. Result! Better one good hour, than 3 hours of badly edited tosh* . A positive omen indeed. The soft-furnished seats of the the Lyttleton are another positive, and the site of numerous blubber-mountains trying to squeeze into them adds a wry piquancy. Is that 'Oedipus' (Ralph Fiennes) two rows in front? By jove we're are indeed bless-ed. And so to the theatrical/dance performance of In-I , st...