So firstly, this is what I was supposed to do today. I was suppose to get up early, and take the train to visit Miss Ella in Greenwich where I would no doubt have had a wonderful day and taken lots of pretty pictures. Further, I really should've gotten into the Olympic spirit and braved the crowds to watch the Opening Ceremony on one of the many big screens throughout London.
Alas, a bad night's sleep and bone idleness killed that dream before it had time to take its first breath.
It's 2 hours and 45 minutes of quite attractive boys with posh accents, in coat tails being very very naughty.
Do I have a type, or do I have a type?
It has received very good reviews, and puts me in mind of 'History Boys' (which I loved!) - except made a little more repulsive for their long speeches on how much they 'hate poor people'. A lot of it was just so shocking that I spent the majority of the play with my mouth open (no rude jokes please).
Throw in some accapella versions of Labrinth, Tinie Tempah, Maroon 5 and LMFAO songs and I'm a really happy girl.
With a title like 'Posh' you know it's going to be a commentary on class in modern British society etc - to be honest I really just went because this guy's in it:
To use the local venacular:
Tom Mison - you is well fit.
Oh, and this was dinner....tiramisu and a cuppa while I read a Stephen Fry book.
I'm now at the hotel watching a show about tiny animals - at some point I've got to turn over to the Opening Ceremony....