Dance a cachuca
On Saturday, I rushed into town and got halftix for The Gondoliers matinee. Frank, P. and I and my Olds went into Southbank for lunch then toddled off to the State Theatre. It was, as I'd anticipated, an excellent production, especially good musically and a lot of fun. Frank came back after a late shop for roast lamb dinner.
Sunday lunch was with Ian H. and friends: it was a very good lunch, lots of talk with an odd collection of two bureaucrats, two artists, a teacher and me. We got on very well, I think, for a group, some of whom knew each other of old, and others who didn't. In the evening, RJ came round for tea: this time P. did his famous Vera Bolognese, followed by new strawberry icecream. Good to hear about R.'s new projects: book contract and all. An amazingly social weekend.
Now it's back to the Western Desert and 200 artist biographies.