Shunts, Ketchupy Pasta and Loos Without Locks.

Well. What a day.
Today I went to see a show in London.
It was a trip organised by a tutor at uni.
It`s Amato Saltone by the Shunt Theatre Company.
A truely unique and unusual piece of theatre, performed within the arches of London Bridge station.
I won`t tell you any more. But it`s worth seeing. Trust me.

I spent most of the day in the company of H. Another student on my course.
H is of Asian heritage and was talking about the problems of having a boyfriend from another culture.


So we went to a lovely italian restaurant.
H ordered a tagliatelle dish and went on to drizzle tomato ketchup into it.
Is it just me, or is that totally wrong?
It`s probably down to the age difference.



Later in the evening whilst using the unisex toilets one of the young men in our party, M asked if i`d mind holding the door of his cubicle due to it being without both a lock and a light.
I obligingly did so.
A member of the theatre staff approached saying That`s not actually a toilet.
It`s the cleaning cupboard. That`s why there`s no light.
M emerged looking sheepish.
Oh dear.

On the coach journey home we were treated to various musical recitals as the merriment continued.
All in all a very enjoyable day.