Avernus

....well that was damned surreal.

For anyone who hasn't walked down Turl street in the last few days and thus doesn't know, this week is the Turl Street Arts Festival, which means there are many, many random-and-vaguely-arts-related events going on in the three Turl Street colleges. So yesterday I got press-ganged by a couple of people from my college into going to The Firebird - not the famous and rather lovely ballet by Stravinsky (go buy a CD, it's gorgeous), but a play loosely based on the original Russian folktale.

Well, it was...interesting. *grins* And as random a way of spending an hour or so of a Wednesday evening as I can think of. Featuring strange songs, country dancing, and a Big Camp Villain In A Big Red Cloak (TM). Every play should have one. I'm pretty sure he practised that laugh every morning for months beforehand. I was impressed.

Otherwise a quiet day spent revising Vergil. Yawn-o-rama. I don't like the Aeneid, it's no good. I know it's meant to be one of the greatest works in Western literature, and I *still* don't find it anything to write home about. Meh. I think I'll do a little more random revision, then play IRC trivia (shame, shame) and listen to Rent. Mmm, Rent music...