I just saw the National Theater's performance of Allan Bennett's new play The History Boys, thanks to a barrister friend who was able to get tickets.
This is simply a spectacular play, brilliantly performed by an outstanding cast. It was even better than Bennett's The Madness of King George III, which I saw years ago in its first run at the National. And that was a great play and a great production (better than the film, I thought, although there's always a tendency to like the one you see first best).
Londoners are so spoiled when it comes to theater. When Caroline and I lived here we went to an average of more than one play a week. It is easily the thing I most miss about London. (Number two, oddly enough, is doing my weekly shopping at the Dalston Market.)
A mathematician friend has an extra ticket for another play at the National on Saturday that he is going to let me have. Tomorrow morning I'm going to TKTS to see what I can scare up. That makes three. Friday is complicated as I have appointments out of town, but I could either (horrors) book a full price ticket by phone, or see if I can get to TKTS early enough to catch my train after buying a ticket. That would make four.
I suppose going to a matinee on Saturday as well as an evening performance would be gluttonous. But I'm tempted.
(Recommendations from any readers who happen to be in London or know about what's on gratefully welcomed.)