There’s no better remedy to the mid-week slump than a trip to theatreland. Last night I went to see ‘The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time’ at the Apollo Theatre. I have been meaning to read the book for ages. I picked it up in Daunt Books and skimmed the beginning; I even had a glance on the Amazon ‘Look Inside’ preview, but it just didn’t grab me. Maybe because it’s narrated by a 15-year-old boy with Asperger’s syndrome – you really have think about how he perceives the world so differently; hyper-sensitive to sound and touch, he thinks in graphic mathematical equations.
Luke Treadaway who plays Christopher was brilliant. The manic way he furiously twists the drawstrings of his hoodie around his fingers, to the point of cutting off the circulation, made me feel anxious and faint. His chronic rationalization of every scenario veers between making perfect sense one minute and being completely frustrating the next. His strained relationship with his parents is tender and heart-rending; both sides feel desperately misunderstood. I literally squirmed in my seat while Christopher’s father changes him out of his tee-shirt after a major fit – the intimacy of it was almost unbearable! This play was exasperating, but it creatively depicted some of the challenges facing special needs families.
After the performance, a bite to eat was definitely in order. A nice little candlelit table at Ducksoup came to mind. Ducksoup is oldish-new by London standards. I was already living in London when it opened, around the time a plethora of other no-reservations countertop bar/kitchens sprouted up across Soho.
Owner Rory McCoy explained to me how it is prepared – raw, with seasoning and lemon juice. It must be chopped to order and dressed as it’s served otherwise the acid will cook it and change the color too.