Posh People Suck

I saw two plays this week at the Royal Court. The first one was The Ugly One, a short comedy on the tragedy behind our obsession with beauty and plastic surgeries. The irony of this play being shown smack in the middle of Sloane Square, possibly one of the most shallow and vulgar neighbourhoods in London, wasn't lost on me. There was no set design, no costumes - as if the director wanted to say that anything like that would be just as superficial as the play's subject matter. But what started out slightly intriguing lost my interest, and its way, halfway through.

( All Around Sloane Square )

Relocated, which we watched today, is a very eerie and macabre piece of theatre. Both Kevin and I walked out of the theatre unsettled, disturbed. I keep thinking how brilliant it was, but sick too - how they managed to insert the "marvelously creepy" (as one of the characters said) into our minds. Think of the most horrifying and unsettling crime stories from the past ten years. Mix them with David Lynch. Thrown them into a dark and damp basement. Voila, you've got Relocated. Go see it.

On the way home, my travel card failed to register as I was going through the barriers. A sloane ranger, too close to me, had hers accepted so the barriers opened for me. In that slip second of doubt in her head, the barriers closed on her and the alarm went off. She turned bright red and turned to one of the Underground staff with her card. I looked apologetically at her; asked if she was on pay-as-you-go (concerned she might be overcharged for the mistake). She ignored me. I then gave the Underground staff my card and he said my card was the faulty one. No big deal.

Apparently, the girl called me "a cheeky fucker" to her two friends as she walked past Kevin. Not being in the best state of mind after seeing Relocated, I decided to go after her and have a Big Brother style brawl on the platform. Kevin, the ever sensible one, stopped me and said it wasn't worth it. I still gave her the evils though, even when she boarded the train before ours. A total WTF moment, which I suppose fits well with the day's theme.