Days of Feste and Bukayo

A privilege to watch that kid in action, what a difference when he came on.  The Upper Tier a haven of tourists recording memories on their phones, a surreal state of affairs to be there solo, maskless in a still-COVID threatened world.  And see the work emails on the stadia wifi, too.

Earlier in the day was late to the Globe due to delays at the ill-advised stop at Hillingdon.  But it worked out.  Time to check the messages to see the missed calls and E1-related emails, before dropping bags and settling in nicely at the back of the yard for the best of Twelfth Night, the songs especially.  Time.  Along with As You Like It, surely the favourite of all.

Generator hilarious, the bar main section closed off, and many renovations, but the place is the same, from first visit in 2002 and return in 2007.  Reminders of those slightly missed connections that have all lead to one (divine?) outcome, your mind half in Africa on this trip, a ring firmly on your finger.  Funny to get the chance to scramble out the requested email to Gogan from the room, avoiding the call with DM thanks to a timely email from the Thames.   Stressful and fun to carry out the hide and seek.

So up and away to Stratford, and we’ll see how the last three days of “isolation” go.  Feels odd and yet uncomfortable to shirk a “legal duty” in the age of the plague, but needs must.  I would trade the Ox pilgrimage and Globe/Emirates attendance for a thousand pound, after all.  Didst perceive?