The evening was rather more fun - bargain seats at the Opera! Well, I say seats... but actually we'd booked standing space for The Minotaur at the ROH. Roh!!!! I'd not been in years and, pff, it was £3 well spent! I liked the Keres especially, harsh dissonant one-winged bird-beasts that screeched and shrieked their way round the stage whenever anyone died violently. We saw a lot of them!
Sunday was once again marked by failing to get into something; Life of Pi had sold out at the Odeon, presumably having been moved into the tiny screen in order in make way for the hordes of people who want to see Lincoln and the brutal new Bigelow flick. There was quite a long queue of aggrieved people who'd sketched out the afternoon for something positive and uplifting... but, at least there was sun in the sky.
So I tidied up the greenhouse and then retreated into the warm to read a heap of comics, including a collection of The Thirteenth Floor (an ace old Scream/Eagle strip about a tower block controlled by a crazy computer called Max) I'd picked up second hand. Only the first series, unfortunately. And the gay Judge Dredd strip (in this week's 2000AD) about which I can only say; it's out on Wednesday, and it's hilarious.