I think I might have been a bit churlish about the outdoor Shakespeare last year. But despite my grumblings I obviously liked it enough to continue the tradition this year (the 10th year in a row Brighton Little Theatre have performed at Lewes Castle). No complaints at all. I did come prepared with a big coat, a hat and a scarf this time though. Oh and alcohol. Twelfth Night was a very good choice because it's not too long and is actually quite funny even if you can't remember everyone's name. There were also some lovely 1920s song and dance routines, which should be forcibly inserted into all Shakespeare plays if you ask me. Whereas the unremitting gloom of King Lear tended to make the dismal experience of sitting on the cold hard ground even more dismal.

11:07

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Well, the evil seagull wasp things may not be breeding, but the students certainly are. Or at least, forging improbable but heartwarming romantic unions between Spain and China, Italy and Japan. The university living up to its reputation in international relations, perhaps. I think that, faced with the disappointing realities of the English summer, the poor things have turned to each other for warmth. Only yesterday romance blossomed during a mutual viewing of Shakespeare in Love in the language lab, and if that's not a positive validation of all the money we've spent on state-of-the-art educational resources then I don't know what is.

10:18

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Stupidly mesmeric and nearly as repetitive as an average working day. Not sure yet if it's making me feel depressed, or oddly uplifted...

09:44

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