I like to imagine that I am lacking something, the imagination perhaps, to form a proper addiction. After coming to it late, I did wonder if I was addicted to alcohol as I used to consume it on a relatively frequent basis. However, a few years back I realised that I had inadvertently gone eight weeks without touching the demon drink, which I think rather precludes it being an addiction.
I have recently been somewhat addicted to the television series Being Human, and in particular its recent, triumphant fourth series. However, I think this can probably be fairly readily explained by my strong association with the character of Hal. I may not be a 500+ year old vampire with OCD (though some days I do wonder), but we do share a worrying number of other quirks and, in my book, any character that refuses to countenance living anywhere unless if can offer carpets, central heating and Radio 4 can’t be all bad. I did worry about his listening to You and Yours to keep his blood lust in check: I think it would probably drive me to kill quite quickly but then I quite enjoy Quote, Unquote, so no-one’s perfect.
Still, I think we can put this down as a passing fancy – and there won’t be a new “fix” available until 2013 – so I don’t think readers need fear for any further impairment of my fragile sanity from that direction.
As the avid reader will be aware (assuming their avidity has not caused permanent psychological damage), I started going to the theatre de temps en temps last summer. I started my theatre-going “career” at the Oxford Playhouse when at university and then used to go regularly to a variety of theatres for much of the 90s, but, like a careless monk, lost the habit over the first decade of this shiny, new millenium.
My return to theatre-going started well enough – managing five plays in 2011 spread across seven months. I thought I was in control… However, in 2012 I fear the habit is spiralling out of control. I have been to six plays already this year, and have another eight booked before the end of July. I tried to convince myself that I was introducing competitive theatre going as a sport: well, we need to find some way to fund the arts in these difficult times and men seem willing to compete in pretty much any sphere, so why not the artistic one? Unfortunately, my recent actions suggest a darker explanation…
I went to the mis-named Donmar Warehouse, it used to be a brewery (perhaps calling it a warehouse avoids creating unwanted organisational pressure?), on Easter Saturday (when we celebrate Jesus having a well-deserved rest away from the limelight) to see The Recruiting Officer. This was great fun, and the Donmar is a lovely venue – though legroom in the circle was very limited, but this can be forgiven as the tickets are astonishingly cheap (as Treasurer of an arts charity, I can only marvel as to how they make ends meet). The cheapness of the tickets may also explain how hard they are to obtain, though I did manage to snaffle the last seat for the entire run of The Physicists in July while I was there (occasionally, being single is a boon!).
My next smell of the greasepaint was not to be for 17 days and I found that I was starting to get twitchy. Had I not been laid low by a serious bout of man ‘flu (or the common cold, as I believe it is known to the lay reader), I might have felt forced to fill the gap by booking something theatrical. Matters are growing worse, after the excellent Travelling Light on Tuesday, I found I was needing another “fix” by Thursday. I’m sorry to say that yesterday evening I gave into the cravings, and will be off to the Royal Court Theatre on Tuesday to see Love, Love, Love.
Can one obtain a theatre “patch” that I could wear to help me master these cravings? Is there a 12 step programme I could join? (I’ve covered step 1, as with this post I am admitting that I have a problem!) Or maybe it’s just a phase I’m going through and I’ll grow out of it?
I fear this blog my have given the impression that all my theatrical dollars are being spent in the capital, and that I am failing to support my local proscenium arch – so let me put your minds to rest on that count. Earlier in the year, I enjoyed a splendid production of Anne Boleyn at the Cambridge Arts Theatre which was surprisingly funny (especially given the fate of the eponymous heroine) and has made me rather more sympathetic towards both Ms B and James (V)I. I also have a couple more trips planned in May – however, I do wonder if I am too plebeian to be a member of the CAT audience. The backs of the tickets are promoting the benefits of Kleinwort Benson Wealth Management – which suggests that they are aiming at a much richer clientele or at least one that isn’t blowing all its free cash on theatre tickets! Ah well, I’m used to going where I’m not really wanted: I’ll just dress-up a bit and hope they don’t ask for a bank statement…