Friday, November 28, 2008


"To love at all is to be vunerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable".
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves, 1960

Hobbies: trail running. Not so little luxuries: designer purses. Avoiding all entanglements: check. Selfish: Who, me? Me? Me?
Me, the self absorbed, LV clad, trail runner.

Went to see this play at the Guthrie this evening. A visit from my Mum would not be complete without a trip to this fabulous venue. Started off with a scrumptious dinner at Cue, which involved the best grilled shrimp I've ever tasted. The accompanying veg could have been a little warmer, however. But the pomengranate mojito to start with was spot on! Not exactly carbo-loading for tomorrow's fun at Afton but it went down well.

Unfortunately, the play was a little on the boring side. The acting was good, particularly James A. Stephens who played C.S Lewis' bother Warnie. But I thought for someone who wrote the Narnia stories that awakened every facet of my childhood imagination there was surely more interesting twists to his life. Maybe not. Maybe the interesting twists were all in his work. The playwright, William Nicholson, "used parts of their [real] story, didn't use other parts, and imagined the rest." I guess I was a little disappointed with his imagination.