Looking Out To Sea

We saw Equus last night with Helen’s family because it was her father’s birthday. It was a visually impressive and intriguing play, but didn’t have young Mr Radcliffe in it cos this isn’t swanky London. The shows come up here but the famous people are strangely absent. Anyway, I enjoyed it but I am still unsure what it was about.

I could tell you the plot — boy likes horses, boy blinds six horses at a stable where he works, psychiatrist plays detective to work out what happened. That bit is all very obvious. But there was lots of philosophising in a very obtuse way, where people had to ‘account’ for things, where accounting wasn’t really explained. The entire second half seemed to be the psychiatrist having a mid-life crisis of conscience and complaining that he really wanted to go off to see the sights in Greece instead. Also, that he didn’t get on with his wife and couldn’t have kids. And he didn’t think he was helping his patients any.

To which I can only reiterate what his friend said at the time, although not so bluntly: get a grip you big whiner. Watching comfortable people come over all emo isn’t really my idea of a good time.

Before the play we had tea at The Apartment — which seems to have no internet presence at all. It’s suddenly become a lot harder to take it seriously. ;-) Food was very nice though the furniture was a bit too arty for its own good. I was sitting on a wooden square block. Hmm.

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