Daisy

Rosey Fingered Dawn

One of the most important things a single girl can have is a gay best
friend (GBF). Preferably quite a big one. It was an accepted fact
before Grace and Charlotte York (those big gainers) started to prace
round New York.



As luck would have it, my GBF happens to have moved up North at the same time as me
and is moving back down South at about the same time that I am. He
protests that its an amazing coincidence... I think that the gods of
friendship were just feeling magnanimous when they worked out our
schedules. Perhaps they'd had a good day on the Bingo. Or something.



So, yesterday, my GBF and I went to the theatre (one of our favourite
pastimes in London) in Liverpool. We went to see the Bristol Old Vic's
version of the Odyssey. It was really bad... but then perhaps I am too
much of a Classicist to ever cope with the bastardisation of an ancient
story into a two hour rant about Asylum seekers. They should all be
shot (no, not the Asylum seekers - I don't read the Daily Mail) -
especially the author and the bloke who played Athena (yes bloke, yes
there was no reason for it to be a man, yes it pissed me off). Odysseus
was quite good though  - apart from when he suddenly developed a
concsience about what had happened to the Trojan people, because in the
Asylum Seeks detention centre they showed him a rather ropey puppet
show (can you see where this anger is coming from? can you?).



Anyway - I had a fantastic time because I could rant and shout and
sound very very clever in the bar afterwards - saying things like 'the
invention of the wooden horse was a Roman propaganda excerise years
after the Odyssey was written in order to make the Greeks look sneaky,
how dare they include it'. And the more wine I had - the cleverer and
louder I became. Poor GBF having to feed me cigarettes to calm me down,
and shsssh me whenever a member of the cast walked past.



And now I drank so much in my fury that this morning I feel like death,
or - more accurately - my head feels like an army of Greek Soldiers
attempting to break out of a wooden horse. Not that they did.





'Athena' had just seen Daisy's bar bill.



* As a final rant - they had put a line in the programme which said
some like 'historians are not sure how historically accurate the events
portrayed in the Odyssey are...' I'd like to meet that person who may
doubt that there were one eyed giants, singing birds with womens heads,
monsters who ate six people at a time and lots of gods hanging about;
owning cattle and dolling out advice in the 12th Century BC. Damn
fools. All of them.

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