Saturday Damian took me to Wadham for the last night of The Oxford Shakespeare Co.'s As you like it. That's the one where Rosalind and Celia ("whose love is dearer than the natural bond of sisters") are banished by Celia's crazy Dad to the Forest of Arden where a bunch of exiled lords are trying to make a decent fist of living the simple life, except that their mate Jaques (sleazy older guy) keeps whining about everything and Amiens (a singer) has worn his voice ragged trying to keep them all entertained. Thank heaven for dishy love-struck wrestler Orlando ("who tripped up the wrestler's heels and (Rosalind's) heart in one throw") and crazy fool Touchstone (a roynish clown) who bring a few laughs to the forest. The usual cross-dressing and confusions ensue (though there are no twins in this one), there's some rude stuff with shepherds (and, in this case, three goats and an enormous marrow) and at the end, Hymen turns up to make sure everyone gets married before they start shagging in the bushes. We missed front-row seats, unfortunately; where people got kissed, sat on, asked questions, held up as examples and had wine and other items (temporarily) swiped to eke out the company's minimal props. Yay! We ended up in the second row, behind a thespy lady with a ramrod straight back and a hairdo that looked like she'd gone to the hairdresser and said, "give me something that'll really annoy whoever's sitting behind me".
On an almost-related topic, those people who live in Oxford might want to check out the window of the print shop on the High for (among several other gender-bending and titillating pieces) the print which illustrates this rhyme:
The Scene delightful Beauty here, what then!
Ah Benedicite! Men are but Men,
We live recluse and are believed religious,
We but dissemble for our Lusts prodigious.
*Don't drink beer, just white wine and gin (lots of gin) and don't go overboard on the chips and stuff.