Not the best production I have ever seen, by any extent: it was so bad that Anna actually contemplated getting her phone out, the last person I would ever imagine being rude in a theatre, which really shows how utterly bad the adaption was. However, it provided my friends and I with the joy of tearing it to shreds amidst general hilarity, and I was again reminded of the simple truth, that bad plays are ususally more fun to talk about than good ones.
The mean streets of coventry eyed us warily, and for good reason: we were, after all, 3 warwick students, all talking loudly and conspicously about Paradise Lost (ah...the joy of being an english student!) and we're probably lucky to have gotton back to campus alive.
All in all, it was a lovely night with lovely people: my life was saved twice (i.e Katherine pulled me back from some on coming traffic, clearly an indicator that, if i havent yet got the hang of crossing roads, i am really not ready to be an adult), and i enjoyed the hilarity of an awkward-turtle moment in the taxi home: Katherine sadly said she was slacking, as her last essay mark was the lowest mark she'd gotton so far....right before i mentioned how relieved i was at getting my most recent mark back (three points lower than hers). I felt a little sorry for her because she genuinly seemed to feel bad about it, but it was also pretty funny, and i intend to remind her of it next time i accidentally insult her (um....again).
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