I was powering away with more work on autobiography 3 when Microsoft demanded an update. 'It will take a little while' said the tag. One and a half hours later I was fuming as I couldn't get on with anything, and at the end the update seemed to have done nothing useful except disable my email. Fortunately, Shane my computer man suggested a simple solution and I'm back in action but I'm furious about the high-handed attitude that Microsoft knows best. I can now try to make up some time. In the evening, P. and I headed for the Malthouse where we had a good and substantial dinner before braving an outdoor performance of Caravan by Susie Dee and Nicci Wilks, who also performed in it, in a caravan. Fortunately, the audience were under cover as the rain started near the end of the performance requiring stage staff waiting with a brolly for an actor on exit and spraying some of the audience with windy splodges. It was an excellent play, though I am a bit bemused by an almost entirely middle-class audience perving at a play about the lower classes. The play was written by Angus Cerini, Patricia Cornelius, Wayne Macauley & Melissa Reeves, a great team, then workshopped by them and the two performers hence, as The Age review points out, has a certain lack of coherence. This seems to be a bit picky in the light of the two great performances but it is not, as the Australian asserts, in the vein of Waiting for Godot.
