The Number Eleven Bus, the perfect route.
Some of the route was detoured on our day, something about visiting heads of states, and tension about petrol.
I win this round of Mornington Crescent!
This Just In:
This isn’t your Nacho Libra, it’s real Luchadores, including the Hijo de Santo, the greatest of the greatest. You know, it might be worth stay, just for this.
Short note, like, if, as Bloom suggests, the two roles are paired, Edgar and Edmund were amazing. I forgot that the noble’s bastard son Edmund had that beautiful bit of astrology written in, around Act I, scene ii. Well played, lads.
Best lines? “See feelingly,” from Lear, and “Money buys lands but wives are sold by fate,” from Merry Wives.