Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett performed by Wellington Theatre Company

Misquote from Casablanca: “Of all the gin joints (theatres) in all the towns in all the world,
she walks (he doesn’t walk) into mine” Surely one day Godot will turn up?
I won’t even attempt to explain any plot of last night’s play – Robert implied, ‘each to his own’ in last night’s interesting adjudication.

But two things stuck in my mind:“Let’s go. We can’t. Why? We’re waiting for Godot!”
and“We wait. We are bored. No, don’t protest, we are bored to death, there’s no denying it.
Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste.”

The curtain opened on the important tree as the two sartorially challenged tramps, Vladimir and Estragon begin their explanations, challenging as expected, of why they are there. I hope the manager of Clarks shoe shop wasn’t taking lessons on the art of shoe fitting, most normal people are not blessed with that sort of flexibility!
The plot (if you can call it that) continued with great skill; how did they recall all those lines without losing their way?

A great evening’s entertainment about the purposelessness of life which gave each of us food for (different) thought. Excellently presented and staged, the interesting details made me smile. Thank you Wellington Theatre Company!