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A humorous anecdote was relayed to me recently by our friend T, we have gotten to know here in London. He attended one of the first showings of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, which just opened at the Apollo Theatre in London with Kathleen Turner last week. He sat in Row G next to an older gentleman and during the interval had a conversation with him, which went something along the lines of this:
Man: Are you enjoying the play? T: Yes, I am. Man: Yes, I was noticing that you really seem to get it. T: (puzzled) What, do you mean the diction? I don’t really have trouble with the North American accent because I’m Canadian – Man: No, no, I meant you really seem to be getting a lot of the ironies in the play. T: Oh, yes, it’s great. I’m enjoying it a lot. Man: Are you familiar with the play? T: Well, actually no, I’m not. Are you? Man: (a pause) Well yes actually, I wrote it. T: …
A pretty nifty little experience. Although I’m not sure if it beats me sitting down the row from David Schwimmer at Julius Caesar last year.
What a great story. I always end up sitting next to people who just make noise.