The Sock is feeling a little disordered today after a somewhat self-indulgent weekend trip to London to see Carmen at the Albert Hall. The Sock has never seen an opera before and felt Carmen was a good start being very nearly a musical with a few familiar songs.
The story is set in 1830s Seville and concerns the beautiful Carmen, a fiery-tempered gypsy. She ensares Don José, an inexperienced soldier, with her beguiling ways which include singing whilst writhing around passionately on the floor - what's not to like? Completely bewitched he rejects his former lover, kills his superior who has also been enjoying Carmen's favours, and joins a gang of smugglers. So far so tuneful. José's problem is that when Carmen dumps him at the end of the first half he just won't take the hint.
So because of this the audience are then subjected to José moping about for the entire second act and the only thing worse than a love-sick man moping around looking miserable is one singing dialogue about it.
Spoiler. At the end José kills Carmen who is by this time bonking the matador.
The Bedsock endured the performance but only really enjoyed the bit where the tree scenery came down from the ceiling in the interval. This doesn't bode well for any future visit to Glyndebourne which is on the Socks 'Loads of things to do before I die' list.
Afterwards the Socks treated themselves to some very good cocktails at the Blue Bar in Knightsbridge and the Bedsock brightened up considerably. Even more so when we dined at the Corrigan's new restaurant and had an excellent meal including some of the best native oysters we have had in years.
The Sock loves oysters - for her they are not just seafood but an explosion of memories in the mouth. A reminder of the time when the sea was clean and fresh.. playing in huge waves, being thrown over and over and over, pushed down to the sandy seabed and bursting back up to the surface, laughing and spitting salt sea only to be knocked down again by the next wall of foaming white water. Such joy, such freedom and all exquisitely encompassed in the essence of an oyster.
The Socks stayed over in London and went for a dim sum Sunday lunch at Hakkasan's.
Despite feeling more than a little fragile the Sock thought another cocktail might be a hair of the dog so washed the dim sum down with a Chinese Mule whilst the Bedsock had a Virgin Hakka.
On the way home the Socks listened to GQT in the car. Sad news that Geoffrey Smith had died but a lovely and funny tribute program. The bantering with Nigel Colborn was particularly amusing.. but is aubretia really called aubrieta?