A night at the theatre

Lastnight I got quite an education. I went, with Nicole (who every kindly and generously invited me along) to see The Removalists by David Williamson at the Sydney Theatre. Neither of us knew quite what we were expecting, but neither was what we got what we were expecting. It was a little, well, "course"—there were words and phrases in there that I don't know the meaning of (but I reckon I deduced as much as I needed to know from the context)—and also quite violent, but that served to get the point across powerfully. I'm just still digesting what that point was—something about violence and the abuse of power and Titus 2:6.

I had fun going off to the theatre. Before it started I went strolling around the back of the wharf making the most of the Cate Blanchett look-alike thing. I'm feeling very Continental at the moment because in the last couple of weeks I have been to the Art Gallery, the Opera House and the Theatre.