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First off I must admit that my reason for going to see Copenhagen was unashamedly geeky: I have a massive crush on Geoffrey Streatfeild. I didn’t know the play at all and, although I did a little bit of reading before booking the tickets, I basically showed up with a totally open mind.

It opened on Wednesday and still felt a little buggy in places (it was today’s matinee I saw) but there was nothing to suggest the small cast were holding back for tonight’s performance-it’s a claustrophobic play, set largely in one room, with a cast of three and enough complex Physics for a few terms to be explained in the program but it felt suitably grand in scale and, cleverly, the audience (or I, at least) came out feeling that they understood the science that pins the plot together. (Basically, the making of the nuclear bomb. Yeah, I don’t actually know anything about it. My GCSE Physics teacher would be shocked I let my A grade go to waste.)

The cast is exceptionally strong. Geoffrey Streatfeild (in the first role I’ve seen him in for a while where he’s not been playing some kind of emotionally stunted nutcase-or at least, not a nutcase) was superb as Werner Heisenberg, a German Physicist struggling to come to terms with the power he seemingly has to provide Hitler with the atomic bomb and the consequences of his decisions. As the play unfolds it becomes clear that even his own memories of the war years, particularly the day in September 1941 in question, are fluid and difficult to pin down or make sense of. The truth alters depending on whose truth it is. Henry Goodman (always rather amazing) is Niels Bohr, a part Jewish Physicist in Copenhagen, and Heisenberg’s one time boss, mentor and friend, who has his own painful truths to confront about his involvement in Hiroshima. His wife, Margrethe is played by Barbara Flynn as a woman who has typed so many drafts of scientific papers for her husband that she has her own unique understanding of both men’s guilt and responsibility. The play is about the decisions made by the men but this is a fiercely independent woman who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. (So many parts for women seem conceived purely to add another dimension to a male character and I was really pleased that this isn’t the case with Margrethe who more than holds her own.)

At the interval, by which point there has been a lot of soul searching and pacing, I was wondering where the second half could go in terms of tempo or plot, but the tension continues to rise and wane as the men circle around their friendships and shared past to some kind of uneasy understanding of how they’ve both acted under the pressure of World War Two, although the ‘why’ that is constantly asked is never really answered. Indeed, why we do what we do is the central theme of the play, and the impossibility of an answer is satisfying in itself.

If you can get to Sheffield then I’d definitely recommend Copenhagen. Go see!

(Oh and as for Mr Streatfeild, I was geeky enough to wait outside the stage door to try and get his autograph and then even geekier when he came out to meet some people I assume were his friends/family. He looked straight at me, I mangled a grotesque kind of smile and then DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. Asking someone for an autograph is one thing. Losing your nerve and standing there like an idiot without speaking is quite another. Aaaargh. Luckily DH thinks my school girl crush is hilarious so at least someone will see the funny side…)



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I can’t go to my weigh in this week as my weigh day is usually Tuesday and tomorrow we’ll be driving across the country to see my folks.  I was feeling a bit panicked about it and worried that I’d get off track if I didn’t see the scales going down, so I decided to take my measurements instead to help me stay focused.  (I also bought a pair of cords from Fat Face in a size 14 to cheer me up.  Three things I haven’t said for a while – I haven’t worn cords since the 90s, Fat Face possibly since the 80s and a size 14 since last year!)

So here are the results, 8 weeks (almost) to the day since I started WW:

Waist -16cm
Hips -11cm
Bust -11cm
Arms -3cm each
Thighs -6cm each

I am rather proud of that!  The cords I bought are also a little bit big – the 12s fit but not comfortably so I decided to buy the 14s and not kid myself about being a 12 yet.  But I am on my way!

Christmas was lovely; DD looked super cute in her little red dress (and obligatory humiliating photo of her inside her stocking) and everyone loved their presents.  DH did himself particularly proud in buying mine – I got Chanel no 17. Poudre (GORGEOUS), a load of Bobbi Brown goodies including their cream eyeshadow in Moonstone which I’ve wanted for ages, a beautiful cobalt blue coat from Monsoon and a kindle!  I never thought I’d want a kindle, being of the school of thought that books-are-works-of-art-that-smell-lovely-and-nothing-will-ever-beat-turning-the-page-and-it’s-a-crying-shame-that-computers-are-taking-over-the-world, but you know what?  Turns out it’s possible to love the real thing as well as the electronic version.  So far on it I’ve read Dark Matter, a pretty spooky ghost story by Michelle Paver, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, a weird and wonderful story about a family with special ‘powers’ by Aimee Bender and some tripe by Sophie Crap-sella that was free.  I’m now reading Death Comes to Pemberley which is fantastic – I never thought P.D. James would pull off Austen’s voice but she really does and I’d thoroughly recommend it.  DH got an iPad from me and has, since staring at it open mouthed for a good ten minutes, pretty much ignored me ever since!  I feel like an iPad widow…

I’m now off to bed to have a bit of a read and get some sleep before our long haul tomorrow.

Oh, I almost forgot – DD has slept through the night for three nights in a row!  Please God let this become the norm…

I hope everyone’s had as merry a Christmas as we have!


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