Last night after the show which was at the Old Vic, I thought I'd pop into the other 'Vic' on Edgeware Road to see if any cash games were in progress.
They wouldn't let me in as I had some rips in my jeans. The theatre let me in, but a casino wouldn't. I found this somewhat ironic.
I tried to argue that I had only one rip and their dress code stated "Ripped" which to me meant plural - mutliple rips. The other 'rip' was a mere whole therefore I should be allowed in.
Alas I was not as skilled at making an argument as Spacey's Drummond in "Inherit the Wind." The title of the play I had just seen, as ironic as being too scruffily attired for a casino, but not a theatre.
A play about school teacher Bertram Cates who was prosecuted in 1926 from teaching kids in his Tennessee school Darwinist evolution. A play originally written as a metaphor for McCarthyism, which now sadly since the Republicans were hijacked by the religiously mental, has a literal meaning again.
The title comes from Proverbs 11.29: "He who brings trouble on his family will inherit the wind." That it's title comes from the Bible makes my head hurt. The play essentially shows the Bible up to be a load of parabolic hog wosh, and is a lesson in opening up ones mind, yet the title of the play - the lesson to be learnt from all this - comes from the Bible! There's a confused message if ever I saw one.
AND AND AND they have to swear on the Bible during the court case, but it's the Bible that's essentially on trial. How is that for prejudicing the preceedings. You have to swear before God that you'll be telling the truth, when you're making your arguement that there is no God. Silly Americans.
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