Anticipation

Soon followed by wonderation , sidération, consternation and finally annoyation. From me there was no ovation... 

The girl seated next to me lasted 25 minutes. 

I threw in the towel at a rather impressive 80 minutes. As the... ahem... play is 90 minutes long you'd be tempted to think that I might as well have seen it through to the end. 

Nope, I had a spark of self-esteem (or was it self-preservation?) and decided that I had subjected myself to enough pain as it was. 

I was very tempted to exclaim "aw for fuck sake" as I slowly but resolutely stood up and walked out of the packed Peacock theatre. 

Enda would have seen the funny side I think.