
‘You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.’
What do Sundays look like for an English teacher and Shakespeare obsessive?

‘You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.’
What do Sundays look like for an English teacher and Shakespeare obsessive?

I’ve been toying with the idea of a Shakespeare readathon for a while, and am trying to justify it to myself. When I do work out the ‘why?’, I’ll post …
In the meantime, a friend received a full set of BBC Shakespeare on DVD for Christmas. This worried me quite a bit: mostly because I had a small (and I DO mean small) cameo in the gift’s selection. But, what if she hates them, or simply finds them staid and sooo-1980s? Their overwhelmingly earnest nature and general quaintness – which I find as endearing as original series Star Trek – might pall quickly.
Did anyone else watch the BBC’s RSC Live show last night?