Between 25 and 950 – A short and painful alternative to the Friday night fish and chips.

Last night. 25 pounds ticket.
‘Madam Butterfly’.
Stuck in the car on the motorway.
Friday night on M5, well dressed, prepared to enjoy passion, love, a bit of cultural post modernism wrapped up in intellectual conversations and wine.
As Lucie said… ‘ready to expand my horizons.’
I promise myself I am not going to comment on the huge plastic glass that came from the bar with semi-red wine, or the toilets at the Roses Theatre without paper, the concert hall decorated with green carpets, red chairs and blue walls.
George said I shouldn’t have followed the London Fashion Week.
Mid Wales Opera Chamber Orchestra.
On the stage: Coke, labelled whiskey, photocamera, Clarks, TV, cigarettes without smoke.
Not a show for children, Freddie.
Cio-Cio San struggling to take her clothes off on her wedding night.
A chewing gum Pinkerton.
Spectators falling asleep behind me.
On my left, somebody crying at the end, wiping her eye with the theatre’s toilet paper.
Finally, everybody happy to go home.
Went to bed with a sourly taste in my mouth, from the wine I suppose.
Spent half a night watching online videos with Maria Callas and Angela Gheorghiu.
I need to start saving for that 950 pounds ticket ‘La Traviata’ at Covent Garden.
The pianist’s long fingers saved the show! For me.