Glyndebourne

Left to right - George, Andy, Jess

This is us going into Glyndebourne opera house for a production of Falstaff. As always, the journey and interludes were the best parts of that trip. Not that the opera itself was bad.

Well, yes it was. But hilarious in its crapness. Like, when Falstaff falls out of a window into a river, he falls, we see him bounce off a crash mat, and a clearly thrown bucket of water sails onto the stage.

OH AND ALSO

Me and my good friend/wife Verity were told by the woman in front of us that we had SMELLY FEET! And we were like excuuuuuse me? And she was like "They ain't exactly smelling of roses". We were SO offended that we kept our cheesy feet up for the rest of the opera.

Take that, society. Ahh, good times.