Chichester

It's a mad word, and a mad world come to that. I went down to this town, called Chichester (accent on the "i" oddly enough) with my boss to see "The Last Confession" a new play by a New York Lawyer, who's never written a play before. It's about the Roman Catholic church, the power play among the bishops, and the suspicious death of John Paul the first, who was found dead only 33 days after he became pope.

It could very easily have been awful, but it was actually quite good. Not brilliant, but I enjoyed it. I had a good time. And as I become more and more critical, as my understanding of theatre deepens and my expectations simultanously rise and lower... it's quite nice to simply see a show I just enjoy.

Plus there was a party afterwards. I chatted with several people, it went all right. I had a nice time, but I feel that to truly enjoy these events, I need to be a little more established, or simply know people. That would be good. Knowing people.