Family Reunion time is now over

"Why I have this election I do not understand.
It must have been preparing always, and I see
what I always wanted. Strength demanded that
seems too much, is just strength enough.
I must follow the bright angels."

I went to last nights final performance of TS Eliot's play Family Reunion at the Donmar Theatre. My 5th time. But it so nearly didn't happen. Had to drag myself out of my sick bed to attend. I decided to go along to support Samuel West like I promised one last time, even if it finished me off in the process. I tried so hard not to have a coughing fit during the play. A difficult task I can tell you from way up in the rafters, better known as the notorious circle area. A place where the phantom birds like to hide, and secrets are kept. A world few seldom see...unless you happen to like heights and confined places. The show itself was excellent as ever, and I felt sad that it was all coming to an end. So much had happened during its run. Christmas had been and gone, the conflict in Gaza dominated the news, Harold Pinter's subsequent death, and the beginnings of a new year. All this, yet here in the Donmar time stood still for just over 2 hours. Some would say a perfect escape from the harsh realities of the outside world. When the play had uttered its last word and cheer, I made the lonely walk down the many flights of stairs, past the auto hunters, before I snuck out into the cold dark night to become just a memory again.

I hope the bird brought you luck Sam. It was meant too. All the best for your next project, whatever that may be.