At dental time (two thirty) Rullsenberg dragged we willingly bext door to the Donmar to see The Cryptogram with Kim Cattrall and Douglas Henshall. A splendid play it is too, with wonderful performances by all the cast, especially Adam J Brown playing John. It's a good chalenging play that is also a short play, 65 minutes in total without an interval. If you've got something to say, say it. Don't LoTR it out. Short and sweet is the way to do it.
Then to downstairs at Slam City Skates in Neals Yard, to get a wonderfully discordant Lullaby Arkestra cd.
Then onto the London Review Bookshop. Books on shelves. Book on tables. Books in piles. Felt at home. No 3 for 2 offers. Hurrah. No promotions. How a bookshop should be. Pointed out a book on Hungary, I think it was "Twelve Days: Revolution 1956" by Victor Sebestyen, but I may be mistaken, to another customer. Bought some books. Spent money. Bought
- "War Without End" by Bruno Tertrais
- "Yiddish Civilisation - The Rise and Fall of a Forgotten Nation" by Paul Kriwaczek
- "On The Natural History of Destruction" by WG Sebald
- "Mayakovsky - A Memoir" by Elsa Triolet
Went for dinner to Pizza Paradiso in Store Street. Then to St Pancras and home.
And so to bed.