Last night Mother Goose (What? She loves when I call her that…) and I went to Wagamamas for noodles, and then to see a screening of the National Theatre’s production of ‘Frankenstein’.
The noodles were delicious, though not a patch on our beloved and dearly departed Amai Udon (why Wagamamas, why?). The gyoza were as delicious as ever. We would happily live on chicken gyoza alone.
And Frankenstein? Frankenstein was…spectacular. I’d forgotten how mindblowingly amazing good theatre can be. Jonny Lee Miller as Frankenstein’s creature was especially wonderful. Someone may or may not have nodded off partway through the performance though.
And not to name names or anything, but her name starts with ‘M’ and ends with ‘um’.