O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not!
O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That stand'st between her father's ground and mine!
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!

Wall holds up his fingers

Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!
Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!


Igår var jag och såg Shakespeare´s "Midsummer night´s dream" på Shakespeare´s Globe och gud va kul det var.
Inga förväntningar hade jag men heller visst jag inte vad jag skulle få se.
Och inte trodde jag att Shakespeare kunde vara så rolig.




Nu.
Sista helgen i London.
Shakespeare igår.
Ozzy Osbourne idag.
Tredje Twilight-filmen imorgon.

Kan inte bli bättre.