When I arrived at the Fairfield Hall, the concert goers and those going to the Ashcroft were standing around waiting in the foyer. It was fun, although not difficult, to work out who was going to the concert and who to the theatre. Although someone playing the same game would have put me down as Puppetry of the Penis
I went to my seat; as I was settling a couple walked in to take the seats behind me and just alongside another couple. One of the other couple said "I've got to have another op; they've found another gallstone. I asked whether they're taking them out one by one."
Oh dear god, I thought. I really can't stand it when people strike up these artifical superficial friendship type-things just by dint of having regular proximate seats in the same venue.
After the interval I went back to my seat, and the couple behind me were talking to a woman alongside them, who had previously given me a "We're both here on our own, we're both women approaching middle age; let's be friends" look (no! no! no!).
"Oh, we see them a lot. Mainly at the London Mozart Players, but they're also in our National Trust Group. I always say hello and smile. But I really don't want to know about his operations..."
