A Number

 

Off to the Old Vic, last night to see Paapa in "A Number." Let's run the COVIDITRON over this. (The conviditron is an imaginary scientific instrument that measures the impact of the virus on our lives.) The last time I saw Paapa on the stage was in Pass Over at the Kiln in February 2020.  We bought last night's tickets in May last year. The last time I was in the Old Vic was to see Lungs in October 2019. Blimey, the coviditron's needle is in the the red zone. "She cannae take any more, Cap'n! She's gonna blow!"

As for the play, production and performances; I thought they were all brilliant. Proving once again the advantages of being a misanthrope. I am thrilled and amazed, when anything actually turns out to be good.

Frankie had to drop out on the day, so Mia came along straight from Central along with Saskia her flatmate who is on the same course. She said that when her phone vibrated as the message from me inviting her arrived she was in a class being conducted by Keisha Banya, who actually worked on the show. Synchronicity! I looked her up in the programme.

Also mad props to the guy running the door and queue. He suggested we message the ticket graphics to M&S rather than wait outside. Good call we were cozy in the warm over G&Ts when they arrived rather than resentfully shivering in the street. Ditto the young lady on the Old Vic staff who gave me a mask on the way out after I had lost mine. It meant I could just walk onto the tube rather than trying to find some where to buy a new one. Shout out also to OSEYO – Korean Food and Culture Hub which we passed on the way back to Waterloo. Kimchi is in the gaff again and life is good.