Yerma

Friday night - the boys settled down in the hotel

(Premier Inn County Hall)

Megs and I walked over to the Young Vic to watch the revival of Yerma

Last year Billy Piper won an Olivier Award for this-

So when we discovered that it was back whilst we were in town -

And that preview tickets were only £20 -

We were in!

If the prospect of seeing her original acting idol wasn't enough for Megs -

as we were walking in she looked up at a tall chap in a baseball hat and discovered it was the one and only Tom Hiddleston!

She smiled. He smiled. He said "Hello" She said "Hello" 

It was a special moment!

Of course - I have previous with Mr Hiddleston and theatre -

we saw Macbeth at MIF13 in his company -

and so I know what being in the presence of a Norse god will do to a girl.

We were both giddy - and when he came to sit right in front of us -

hat still on, slumped in his seat - unrecognized by the people next to him -

we were in seventh heaven.

But back to the play.

Very very funny - right up to the point that it wasn't funny - but heartbreaking -

and ultimately devastating.

The transverse staging was amazing -

the sets and changes in utter black out stunning -

the music and lighting both electrifying.

And Billie Piper?

Funny and beautiful and sexy (that smile!)

And the most real performance I have ever seen.

She broke us into pieces - just as she did to Megs long ago when playing Rose.

After the curtain calls (and I've never been so quick onto my feet)

we sat - too stunned to leave the theatre.

We watched Mr Hiddleston leave

(the ushers were in the know - and were equally starstruck)

and then high on the performance -

we laughed and giggled and made our way back to the hotel along the South Bank -

in love with the city and the theatre and life.