A Night at The Wells....

Had a cultural evening out on Saturday at the Trinity Arts Theatre over in Tunbridge Wells enjoying seeing a performance of The Woman in White. The main reason for the visit was to see a friend play Sir Percival Glyde. And what a dastardly, evil, scheming dispicable coward of a man he turned out to be topped only by his friend and accomplice, the manipulative Count Fosco . I'm sure Mark, my actor friend (actually I feel I should now distance myself from him and describe him more accurately as my wife's friend!) is nothing like the character he portrayed. The performance was obviously a triumph though, if I'm totally honest, the play wasn't really my cup of tea as I don't really go in for period melodramas such as this. That said you have to recognise the genius of Wilkie Collins for writing this genre and, to use a more modern phrase, making it his own. I enjoyed a nice evening out but, in truth, enjoyed he pint of Larkins at the interval almost as much as the play. Does that make me a philistine?...