I went to see Hakawatis: Women of the Arabian Nights in the candlelit Sam Wanamaker Playhouse at the Globe last night, only getting there by the skin of my teeth as I had fallen asleep at home after work. It wasn't the sultry women on the stage I had to worry about, it was the sultry women I was going with as I was the one with the tickets. I also blotted my copybook by hurrying to Waterloo Station, phoning to say I was near, and being coldly informed that the theatre was at London Bridge.
I finished Night 775 of the 1,001 today. That is more than two years' worth at one a day. If we say it takes me 30 minutes each morning to listen, read and precis, it means I will have spent 387.5 hours on it not counting background reading. Over ten weeks (a term!) full time at a 9-5 job.
When I tell you Hakawatis is good, you can take it to the bank. I know the subject matter inside and out. Hakawatis is very, very good!