So on Tuesday night, I went to an immersive theatre experience set in a near-future semi-totalitarian Britain that was in the process of eradicating all unnecessary emotional excesses from the population. The performance took place in an asylum of girls, each personifying an emotional extreme, running round shrieking, giggling, crying, screaming, shouting and generally being insane at us (and then dancing to Prince and falling down, only to start all over again.) It was actually very good... but definitely proof that the Universe has a fucked up sense of timing and an evil sense of humour...
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(She was top of my want-to-take-home list!)