Apart From That, How Did You Like The Play?
I’m a pretty easy-going guy. I don’t mind kids squirming in their cinema seats or people arriving late at the theatre. But there’s been a sea-change in london behaviour lately that’s starting to bug me.
Last night I sat through the first half of an arthritic, arch and dismally unfunny new play called ‘The Little Dog Laughed’ (I should have known from that title) which had supposedly been an off-Broadway hit. But my concentration wasn’t helped by the fact that the middle aged woman next to me (Stalls Seat L20, bleached blonde, split ends, you know who you are) sat texting to friends from the minute she arrived to when the first act curtain fell. She sent pictures of herself, did emails and generally caught up on all her correspondence while I tried to keep her mobile phone out of my sightline.
Recently, at a screening of a new print of ‘Alien’, the girl in front of me took photos of her hair and her shoes, talked to friends on the phone, went to the bathroom with girlfriends (three times), had a row with her boyfriend, made up with him, snogged him and ate several sandwiches during the course of the film.
At a performance of ‘Spring Awakening’ last year the girl next to me ate an entire salad on her lap in the theatre (plate, knife and fork, condiments).
I could only conclude that these people (oddly, all women) had confused the concept of Going Out with the concept of Staying In. Am I getting old, or does this seem like unusual behaviour to you?