Sightlines

Up town to Vesta to meet up with R&Timbo. You try and show your places off to visitors; I imagine discerning veggies who run a restaurant expect better than to get their orders fookt up. Or maybe that’s exactly what they’d expect. Groan.
On for a sit awhile with my laptop before getting a bit of a foppish haircut. Just the thing to have on ma heid at the Traverse where we went to watch Crocodile Fever. By the time we got in we had to sit in the front row! I do hope my herr looked ok from behind. What a dreadful play. Till about half way through when it moved up a gear. And then, three-quarters of the way through, a massive leap into the surreal which was quite hilarious and wonderful. A trajectory rather like my own, I fancy.