Night Out On A Very Special Date
January 29, 2012 § 23 Comments
Phew. Here at last. Been something of a headless chicken these past three days, and nothing to do with LS’s email, I may say, to which I haven’t had time to reply as yet. No, very much to do with being with some of the best of historic friends and having a lovely, full-on time with them. Nectar.
But scroll back to Friday: an incredibly generous Immediate had given me the treat of taking the children out to supper before the theatre. While Pizza Express alas comprises for these diminutive Immediates a gourmet experience (failure mother!), I thought, no, we’ll push the boat out and go to the new, all-fashionable, all singing, all dancing Delaunay. I never do anything like that these days. That is an erstwhile me. But, hey, one-off; treat! The former Ivy duo have done it again and we ate in Aldwych splendour. The children behaved accordingly – and I felt swollen with the bliss of taking them to somewhere grown-up and with the fact that they “got” it, even if they did each conservatively choose the New York Hot Dog and chips (a gratifying fiver a pop). A wonderful experience – them so full of sweet wonder at the solicitous waiters who didn’t once patronise them, and the doorman with his smart shiny buttons, and the marble all about the place, so cool to stroke and to touch, even the luxurious loos. So appreciative they were. And all for £43 for the lot of us.
Then onto One Man, Two Guvnors about a year after everyone else. (I never did maintain my finger was anywhere near anything resembling a pulse). We loved it. The play was flawed but hilarious at times. The performances were excellent but I couldn’t help but fall in love with James Cordon and his very natural, twinkly, irresistable charm. My father had a theory that women like to be laughed into bed and I know what he meant. Cordon, with such deft if unsubtle humour so brilliantly carried off, was incredibly attractive despite his clownish trousers and carb-happy girth.
The night out was pure pleasure, nothing other than the thing in itself and joyous on its own terms.
For a few hours there, I even clean forgot I was a plankton.