Concorde, Covent Garden and Confession...
Dear Juliet Risked the train going to London on the 18th (seats were like hard benches from the nineteen-thirties, complete with large spikes), but it was still warm in London town with the buzz of the city around me and opportunities at large. This quote on the side of a train at Euston somewhat summed it up: Helped an older lady find her way to Waterloo. She was a literary fan, told her she was sitting next to an author, made her day... Henry Pordes had a new/old copy of Cannery Row (1945) in, the Tartt was still on the shelves and I saw The Usual Suspects! Then I walked down towards Wyndham and Garrick theatres, and stumbled upon the one play in London I really did want to see. So here comes my confession. I got a ticket for Aaron Sorkin's To Kill a Mockingbird . Royal Circle, F26. And here's the thing, wherein lies the conscience of the king... I know you're a stage actress at heart, and of course I'd have casually told anyone who asked that you love the tread of t...