Father and I have been watching the 1970 BBC series The Six Wives of Henry VIII on Netflix. (They have Elizabeth R too.) I remember seeing it as a kid over forty years ago. It's a great show, intelligently written and brilliantly acted. Keith Michell is a charismatic Henry, and Bernard Hepton's an uncanny Cranmer. Some scenes in the Jane Seymour episode reminded me of Doctor Who!
Saturday afternoon the acting class was at upstairs at the Tangerine Bank internet cafe. There were a couple of new students, who each did an animal imitation: one was a platypus! They also went through the "hot seat" of potential casting. And we did the exercise again where we closed our eyes and wandered around the room. Now I'm trying to figure out how to pay Nancy through E-transfer.
Sunday afternoon was the latest ROLT event, but only Joel came. I did get to read him Service's "The Ballad of Pious Pete," Whitman's "There Was a Child Went Forth," Frost's "Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same," and Auden's "Funeral Blues." (That poem turned out to be in the big Auden volume after all; it just didn't have that title.) I was getting a lot of people a few months ago, but they just seemed to lose interest.
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