I think that an army of picks and spades as much as hands and muscles will be needed to remove from the streets of Soho the piles of garbage and incivility that the festivity -proud and prides along- has been producing in the last hours, and still is, at a rate of a ton per minute. But I won't comment on this, neither about the Marxism fair in the main Court of the UCL this Saturday.
You have to be a complete ignoramus like myself to enjoy the pleasure of meeting Simon Callow for the first time tonight -I mean, learning about him: Simon Callow, Being Shakespeare, a representative of the set who sees William in a different light. And in the show, Callow does what he loves the most: Shakespeare. He has said that he would do Shakespeare until he drop dead.
Callow is a versatile artist -writing (16 books), TV (Chance in a Million) and movies (Four weddings and a funeral, Amdeus, Balad of the sad cafe). He is the boy who got struck by Macbeth at the age of six in the lap of Mrs Birch and who read aloud Shakespeare and cried all stretched on the tiger-skin rug of the living room as a teenager; he is the young fellow who worked in the box office of the Old Vic theatre of London in the 60s where Lawrence Oliver reigned along with his National Theatre team: among the youngest, Derek Jacobi, Anthony Hopkins and Michael Gambon (the headmaster Dumbledore in Harry Potter).
38 characters Simon Callow partially interprets in Being Shakespeare, a narrative of the 6 stages in the life of Shakespeare as seen by Jonathan Bate. Almost 2 hours of words and contrasts and elements of surprise, an excellent voice and diction, a massive piece of effort and work. Callow is 62 already... .
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