Wayne Rooney Is Evil

Good week capped in an infuriating manner. Bloody refs.

Happy stuff first: 2 great theatricals this week. First up was Gulpilil at the Belvoir, the autobiographical one-man show by the aboriginal actor of that name. You may know him from such movies as Walkabout, Rabbit-Proof Fence and Crocodile Dundee. Brilliant, charismatic performance of some interesting material; funny and smart. The real kick in the guts comes towards the end when he gets in a drunken argument with a cop and gets sent down for 6 months.

Friday night brought Twelfth Night from the ever-ace Bell company. Modern dress worked well, particularly the lovelorn Orsino’s opening line addressed to his iPod – “If music be the food of love, play on.” Neat.
Quiet weekend (breakfast out, reading Sybil, watching DVDs) topped by a shocker of a footie match. Arsenal were ripped off by a ref who’s given Manure 8 penalties in his last 8 trips to Old Trafford. My verbal response will not be repeated here, I suspect that would get blocked by even the most liberal of net nannies. Not happy.