Well it was absolutely fantastic, the cast portrayed the play perfectly getting the balance of humour and sadness spot on. Flawless performances from Ian McKellen, Patrick Stewart, Simon Callow and Ronald Pickup may well have ruined Theatre for me as it may never be this good again. I don't recall any other time I have left a play buzzing with adrenaline like I had just left a rock show.

We waited for autographs outside and had the pleasure of meeting Patrick Stewart, Simon Callow and Ronald Pickup. Sir Ian was resting between performances which at his grand old age is fair enough and should be respected. Patrick Stewart was very polite and a simple smile from him changed Emilys face to a shade of red and eventually purple as she collapsed against the wall shaking, she very much has the hots for the old fella it would seem. Simon Callow was very jolly and talkative and not only signed everyones programmes but had a conversation with all and sundry. Ronald Pickup was a charming man who we met by chance having gone for a pint and then headed back past the theatre just as he was leaving.

It was up there with the great moments in my life and will take some beating, so if Peter O'Toole and Christopher Lee fancy doing a show then bring it on.

I wonder when people will realize that the "scene" has become homogeneous. It's full of 14 year old girls with uneven bangs, black and white striped shirts, and tattered low-top black Chuck Taylors, who swoon over homosexual kissing and pathetic whiny lyrics and overuse the symbols.

Their favorite quote is, invariably, "The truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt" because it like, so totally describes their relationship with that one HAWT guy who totally ripped their hearts out when they were like, SO in love with him.

Their favorite type of music is, of course, "emo, screamo, and hardcore", three terms which, in their minds, invariably include the bands Taking Back Sunday, Thrice, and Hawthorne Heights.

Their AIM screennames often include x's, the words "electrikk", "disaster", or some play on their favorite song from their favorite band, you know, the one they saw on MTV like a couple times, but shouldn't be on MTV because they're like, way too emo for that.

They take hundreds of black and white pictures with way too much contrast of themselves looking plaintively down at the ground, pointing a gun made of their fingers at their heads, or kissing the camera while displaying their expert application of lip gloss around their labret piercing and the thick dark eyeliner that circles their eyes.

They embrace the "dork" that is inside their polished, fashionable exteriors by writing in their LiveJournals or Xangas about how they and their friends had an 'N Sync sing-a-long at one of their sleepovers because, remember, 'N Sync is soooo not popular anymore and they like, sooo wouldn't follow any of the fads of today, so they embrace the fads of yesterday.

They adore "retro fashion", meaning anything from the 80's, because they totally used to wear neon colors and big beaded bracelets, even though they were born in, at the earliest, 1988 and remember fuck all about the fashion and culture of the 80's.

It's full of "emo boys" who often are difficult to differentiate from "emo girls", who have meaningless tattoos (usually a black star) even though they're 15, smoke a lot of cigarettes, drink a lot of hard liquor, and are in some shitty band that plays a couple of gigs in someone's basement because they're "too cool to go mainstream" when really, they just suck.

They weigh roughly 90 pounds, wear girls' jeans that hug their asses in just the right places, belts buckled somewhere around the side of their right leg, tight striped 80's style polo shirts or band t-shirts, and skater shoes, even though they don't skate because that's soooo lame.

They write awful poetry about the dark abyss of their souls and how the gun is pointed at their heads, the trigger poised to blast away the bloody memories of a failed romance. They cried when Blink-182 broke up, and they have a secret obsession with Avril Lavigne because, like, she really IS kinda hot even though her music totally sucks.

They spend more time at the mirror than their female counterparts do, making sure that the long black shock of hair at the front of their heads lies covering one eye just so, that their lip piercing is perfectly placed so that it looks hot when they kiss other boys, that their pants are the right degree of tightness so as not to exude gayness.

Emo boys and girls often use the suffix "Xcore" to describe themselves, using a number of adjectives or nouns to accomplish this task. This is a play off hardcore music, or "hXc". Some of these descriptive words include "fashionXcore", "retroXcore", or even "yournamehereXcore."

This way of speaking is retarded or nonsensical to everyone else except those "in the scene", but it totally doesn't matter because they're too nonconformistXcore for anyone to truly understand their "scene".

They couldn't name a Sunny Day Real Estate or Rites of Spring song if it came up and bit them on their Gap Jeans-clad asses, and they cla

1. If you drop Stewart from the top of the Empire State Building, he will be falling fast enough to kill before reaching the ground.

2. A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Stewart.

3. It's bad luck for a flag to touch Stewart.

4. The risk of being struck by Stewart is one occurence every 9,300 years.

5. Stewart is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary!
6. It takes a lobster approximately 7 years to grow to be Stewart!

7. Two thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in Stewart!

8. Stewart can fly at an average speed of fifteen kilometres an hour!

9. Stewart, from the movie of the same name, had green blood.

10. Contrary to popular belief, Stewart is not successful at sobering up a drunk person, and in many cases he may actually increase the adverse effects of alcohol.