Last month, I walked through Battersea Park …
… to The Latchmere pub.
I met my old friends Myles and Pete…
… for a spinach and ricotta ravioli and chips (and more chips, walk negated).
We went upstairs to Theatre 503, one of London’s fringe venues.
The play was about Turkish Cypriots (or were they?), a gay coming out, migration, family and dating, plus social media that will probably go out of use before I ever understand them.
Fringe theatre is a bit hit and miss, but so are the West End and Broadway. It’s good for variety and the travel budget. Because not as much money is at stake, it can afford to be more original and less risk averse. Though you don’t always go for the comfortable seating.