A lovely day of chaotic culture. I saw Copenhagen this afternoon at the Lyceum. By Michael Frayn, I'm pretty sure it was about a meeting of two physicists in World War Two Denmark at which they may or may not have exchanged information enabling one of them to dart off and make an atomic bomb. A cracking script. It was a pretty silver birch adorned set too. And they clearly thought they'd try and make up for lack of action by varying the lighting more or less continually. Which made it look lovely but they could probably have had a bit more faith in their actors. Anyway, it could be a script to consider if I ever want an exceedingly wordy and intellectually challenging two and a half hour long 3 hander. A portion for next year's one act perhaps. There weren't too many foul languaged words in it. Just a lot of shouting.

This evening, I went to see Wolverine. Enough said.