To be or not...

Coming back to England is strange for me now after so long and spending an afternoon with my 90 year old aunt makes it even stranger.

Driving through dark, wet, narrow country lanes to make that possible gave me a chance to visit dark, damp corners of my own psychosis.

I’m not sure I will be able to share much of the darkness I have visited in the last few days, I’m not even sure I am ready to face them directly myself, or even if I want to articulate them yet.

However, yesterday I went – with my closest - to the Globe theatre in London.

And that was brilliant.

When I lived in this city the Globe was simply a plaque on the wall past which I cycled occasionally. Today it has been rebuilt and stands amongst converted wharf and riverside.

I had hesitated before buying tickets between sitting on a bench with or without a blanket and standing among the “penny stinkers”.

The Globe has no roof – a significant oversight some might say, but historically accurate my friend Dave says.

Dave has recently converted to a radical and extreme branch of Buddhism so what he says should be treated with divine interest, but on this occasion I think he is also correct.

My own assertion – what’s the point of doing a show INSIDE a theatre if the theatre has no roof – was quickly ridiculed as, despite the pouring rain that has lead to the damp recesses I have been driving through, I had a brilliant time.