He looks down on us...

The crane driver... do you ever wonder...
* how he gets up there (he climbs a ladder up the outside, so our friend Julia says, whom we were visiting - she's in a flat on the fifth floor)
* how they build the crane (with another crane, of course,... but then, how does that crane...)
* why the crane doesn't fall over
* what the crane driver does when he needs to ....
That's enough of that [Ed.].

It's quite remarkable being in a hermetically sealed flat on the fifth floor (or sixth, if you're American), and looking out to see Bristol Cathedral's towers on the same level as you out of one window, and this crane driver eating his sandwiches out of another, and there being no noise whatsoever from outside. What on earth is it like on the 100th floor? Or the 200th??

As Cathaber has said, we were in Bristol to see "Dance 'Til Dawn" at the Bristol Hippodrome, with Vincenzo and Flavia. I was expecting a medley of dance numbers and pretentiosity ("we are stars, darlings, stand and scream when we enter"), but what we had was a full drama played out in front of us, full of self-referential wit, perfect pastiche and, of course, brilliant and appropriate dancing. It was in the style of a Raymond Chandler thriller, with a considerably less than competent private eye. Vincent and Flavia were perfect. So were the rest of the cast. So was the music. Bravissimo!!