nominations
Going to Leceister Square almost every day, sometimes it's easy to forget how lucky I am to be able to live/work within walking distance to London's theatre district. London is truly the paradise for spoilt theatre goers. (an understatement?) On nights when I happen to see a really, really good performance, it makes me quite happy and content that I don't mind walking home in the cold air. But occasionally when it becomes such an awful experience, I'd have to hop on a bus immediately. Kings and queens, island princesses, writers, loonies, obedient housewives, salesmen, goats, architects, young lovers, old friends, and saints have all entertained me with their witty dialogues, however, I'm hoping to see a bit more of those miracle plays or Restoration drama on the stage scenery. Nudity seems to have become a trend--two nights in a row I saw a striper in Cloaca and the sinful Henry II in Becket being whipped. Although I don't always agree with Guardian's theatre critic Michael Billington's reviews, I tend to turn to his articles as the first resort. I wonder who will win the Lawrence Olivier Award this year, which is something to look forward to other than the Oscars. Yet I do know that 2005 offers another year of interesting productions--lots of money will be spent on tickets to which I think it's all very worth it.