toying with evelyn Waugh (vile bodies) and the poetry of the Bluestocking set (Hannah More, et al) for the next column. the bluestockings are extremely important but I’m not happy with writing about them as a group as it is kind of tokenistic. Waugh is a tart, vicious writer that everyone thinks is cute (generally because of Brideshead).
went to see a play that was lost then reclaimed last week, Noel Coward’s Vortex (starring mr Will Young). really quite shockingly bad as a piece of drama. nice set, though. maybe I’ll do something theatrical for a change – there are loads of fab plays that haven’t been thought about for ages (Fielding’s Grub Street Opera, or Shelley’s The Cenci).