Mort, by Pratchett, via Briggs

I find myself sitting up in the middle of the night with a pot of coffee (decaff) and LiveJournal. Thus I think a short review is in order.

I've not read Mort, but this student production of Stephen Briggs's play further consolidates my theory (on slender evidence) that I find Briggs's concentrations of Pratchett more amusing than Pratchett's books themselves. I've not really tested this beyond getting a quarter of the way through Feet of Clay, though.

Anyway - this was staged with real care and attention and full use of the space that the Old Fire Station's stage offered, and inventive use of lighting, sound and props. Death was suitably imposing, though his voice-altering microphone liked absorbing other voices too. There were several good interpolations in the script - such as Death's walk-on part in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix being mentioned. Stewart Pringle gave the abbot a Leslie Phillips-like drawl which seemed surprisingly appropriate; Hannah Tolkien, a dynastic scion herself we assume, though of a literary sort, a haughty Princess Kali. Rob Hemmens, as the eponymous Mort, charted his character's evolution from idiot-savant to the borders of Death with flair.

Places I've lived

A meme, again. Listing the places where I've lived, and linking to the relevant Wikipedia articles:

1. Low Fell, Gateshead
2. Nuthall, Nottinghamshire
3. Woodthorpe, Nottinghamshire
4. Darras Hall, Ponteland, Northumberland
5. St John's College, Oxford
6. Deptford, London
7. New Cross, London
8. Kidlington, Oxfordshire
9. Jericho, Oxford
10. Woodstock, Oxfordshire

Doctor Who: Max Warp

Being an adventure of the eighth Doctor and Lucie, as portrayed by Paul McGann and Sheridan Smith; I haven't worked out a sufficiently elegant, yet practical, way of numbering the eighth Doctor audios.

( You join me at the InterG Cruiser Show, at the Sirius Exhibition Station... )