Oh dear. Poor Mrs. Lawton has unfortunately succumbed to a nasty virus and has taken to her bed.
Mrs. Tyhurst and Mrs. Lawton had previously enjoyed another delightful evening in Magor with another fine piece of (locally sourced) sirloin followed by apple and almond pudding.
Enthused by the reappearance (after 34 years) of a production of Ayckborn's 'The Norman Conquests' at London's Old Vic, they settled down to a viewing of the original TV version.
Starring a very hairy ( but still sexy) Tom Conti, Penelope Keith,( young looking) Richard Briars... it was darker than they remembered (well, Mrs. Tyhurst didn't really remember it at all as she is so young). The excruciating dynamics between all the house guests surely preceded the more famous 'Abigail's Party' ?
Useful preparation for a forthcoming Fizzlights production in the spring.
Mrs. Tyhurst valiantly went ahead with her 'Moral Boosting Supper' the next weekend, serving a delicious Gordon Ramsay sticky chicken, champ, with local vegetables. A hearty chocolate apple brown betty for desert - don't you think in these dark days of financial restraint it's important to have gorgeous company (the Deeths, Mr. Roger Drury and Ms Anni Jannik), fine food and some nice wine???
Mrs. Lawton is quite out of her usual social whirl, poor darling.
Monday, 27 October 2008
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Another lovely evening
Another lovely evening spent chez Mrs. Lawton.
Well what is one to do these cold wet days ?
Just a delicious, grilled sirloin served with chips and accompanied with Mrs. Lawton's new 'halen mon'.
Mrs. Tyhurst brought over a spot of pud (some delightful little 'Gu' banoffees).
'Well why slave over a stove for hours?'
Being ever so slightly down market they enjoyed this small feast on trays (yes, really!) watching 'Vanity Fair' (after their recent trip to Bath, they'd been inspired to watch this again and admire the three Rhys...well, two and a Reese).
Afterwards a Cornish Yarg was served wrapped in wild garlic.
Well what is one to do these cold wet days ?
Just a delicious, grilled sirloin served with chips and accompanied with Mrs. Lawton's new 'halen mon'.
Mrs. Tyhurst brought over a spot of pud (some delightful little 'Gu' banoffees).
'Well why slave over a stove for hours?'
Being ever so slightly down market they enjoyed this small feast on trays (yes, really!) watching 'Vanity Fair' (after their recent trip to Bath, they'd been inspired to watch this again and admire the three Rhys...well, two and a Reese).
Afterwards a Cornish Yarg was served wrapped in wild garlic.
Saturday, 4 October 2008
Visit to 'Fishworks' and 'Waves', Bath.
Mrs. Lawton and Mrs. Tyhurst went to Bath yesterday to see a production of 'Waves' by Virginia Woolf at the Theatre Royal, Bath.
Mrs. Lawton was wearing a rather elegant, highly expensive Terry Macey jacket, rather cunningly co-ordinated with some grey trousers. With the weather being a little chilly, it's so important to remember to wrap up (there was some discussion of gloves).
Mrs. Tyhurst wore her Oska (brown linen suit) with an extra paisley wool shawl (a gift from a student in India). 'Rather a symphony of browns and blacks' she added.
During the short 40 min trip in the 'Green Goddess' they caught up on news ... some very sad.
Bath was chilly, as expected, and they were astounded at having to pay over £9 for the car park in Manvers Street. 'Where on earth does one park if one lives here?'
We could quite easily live here, apart from the parking.
After a quick look around several favourite shops ( 'Blue', 'Vinegar Hill') Mrs. Tyhurst decided to look for some shoes. Now it is exceedingly difficult to find a pair that would be good with skirts and trousers, and Mrs. Tyhurst was aghast at the price (all were over £60). This is probably a result of her return to the Uk from India, where she has been used to wearing sandals for a few pounds.
Mrs. Lawton was getting a little tired so they went for a drink of lager in Bath's 'smallest pub'. Needless to say, there was no where to sit.
On then to a pre-theatre meal at 'Fishworks'.
Now this chain usually comes highly recommended, but Mrs. Tyhurst and Mrs. Lawton were not very impressed at all. Admittedly they have lately eaten at several Michelin starred restaurants
( including the fabulous 'Gidleigh Park' in Devon, but really :
tepid whitebait
aioli with not even a slight taste of garlic
bread so hard it couldn't be eaten
very slow service (despite being the only ones there)
Not really good enough.
On then to a performance of 'Waves' at the Theatre Royal, Bath.
Devised by Katie Mitchell and the cast, hot foot from the National Theatre..... well, Mrs. T and Mrs. L. loved it. Absolutely wonderful : something like a live radio performance, with all the cast making sound effects. Mrs. Tyhurst particularly liked the use of television camera techniques to enhance the drama...small details expanded onto large screens. Lots of cups of tea. The references to to sexual abuse, obsessive love and so on surely connected with Woolf's own tragic and short life? Once Percival was dead, all the different characters had difficulty carrying on admidst the futility of life. - He was a the bearer of hope for them all. Wonderful, moving contemporary theatre at its most innovative.
Unfortunately the old Severn Bridge was closed on the way back, so Mrs. Lawton had to drive all the way around, despite living very close to the new one. Bless her...what a darling..
Mrs. Lawton and Mrs. Tyhurst went to Bath yesterday to see a production of 'Waves' by Virginia Woolf at the Theatre Royal, Bath.
Mrs. Lawton was wearing a rather elegant, highly expensive Terry Macey jacket, rather cunningly co-ordinated with some grey trousers. With the weather being a little chilly, it's so important to remember to wrap up (there was some discussion of gloves).
Mrs. Tyhurst wore her Oska (brown linen suit) with an extra paisley wool shawl (a gift from a student in India). 'Rather a symphony of browns and blacks' she added.
During the short 40 min trip in the 'Green Goddess' they caught up on news ... some very sad.
Bath was chilly, as expected, and they were astounded at having to pay over £9 for the car park in Manvers Street. 'Where on earth does one park if one lives here?'
We could quite easily live here, apart from the parking.
After a quick look around several favourite shops ( 'Blue', 'Vinegar Hill') Mrs. Tyhurst decided to look for some shoes. Now it is exceedingly difficult to find a pair that would be good with skirts and trousers, and Mrs. Tyhurst was aghast at the price (all were over £60). This is probably a result of her return to the Uk from India, where she has been used to wearing sandals for a few pounds.
Mrs. Lawton was getting a little tired so they went for a drink of lager in Bath's 'smallest pub'. Needless to say, there was no where to sit.
On then to a pre-theatre meal at 'Fishworks'.
Now this chain usually comes highly recommended, but Mrs. Tyhurst and Mrs. Lawton were not very impressed at all. Admittedly they have lately eaten at several Michelin starred restaurants
( including the fabulous 'Gidleigh Park' in Devon, but really :
tepid whitebait
aioli with not even a slight taste of garlic
bread so hard it couldn't be eaten
very slow service (despite being the only ones there)
Not really good enough.
On then to a performance of 'Waves' at the Theatre Royal, Bath.
Devised by Katie Mitchell and the cast, hot foot from the National Theatre..... well, Mrs. T and Mrs. L. loved it. Absolutely wonderful : something like a live radio performance, with all the cast making sound effects. Mrs. Tyhurst particularly liked the use of television camera techniques to enhance the drama...small details expanded onto large screens. Lots of cups of tea. The references to to sexual abuse, obsessive love and so on surely connected with Woolf's own tragic and short life? Once Percival was dead, all the different characters had difficulty carrying on admidst the futility of life. - He was a the bearer of hope for them all. Wonderful, moving contemporary theatre at its most innovative.
Unfortunately the old Severn Bridge was closed on the way back, so Mrs. Lawton had to drive all the way around, despite living very close to the new one. Bless her...what a darling..
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