she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes

Oh my lord. I am so very very excited.

I am now the proud owner of tickets to 2 Royal Shakespeare Company productions at Newcastle. One is an adaptation of Mararet Atwood's Penelopiad, which is itself a reworking of the Odyssey, and this makes me very excited, because the book rocks the cock. It's all about narrative and gender and reliable narrators and loyalty and guilt. As I said, rocks the cock.

The other is so exciting I can barely type without squeeing my little heart out: I am going to see Ian Fucking McKellen, Knight of the Realm, play King Lear.

The whole enterprise is very exciting, since it entails all manner of exciting arrangements such as the booking of Travelodges, the arranging of transport, and generally having joy-induced spaz attacks all over the shop. I praise the lord that Emma's parents are RSC members. I am a very lucky badger.

Ooh, and Romola Garai is in Lear, which also makes me happy. Yay for Atonement (and Dirty Dancing 2: Havana Nights)! Oddly enough, so is Sylvester McCoy. I'm going to see a production of King Lear starring Gandalf and Doctor Who.

*my head explodes with joy*

So, I'm offsetting all this culture by reading Heat magazine, and Twilight, a vampire novel aimed at young adults. This is the sort of thing that would usually make me shudder, but it's not half bad. Maybe I'm just drunk with joy. Or maybe I'm still drunk from last night's excessive wine consumption. Who knows?

And I bought the Klaxons album. To paraphrase the BeeGees, I win again.