Hey dudes! Gosh I’m fatally hung over today. We went out last night to Hawksmoor Shoreditch, then Dirty Dick’s, then the outstanding Casita cocktail bar, which I think is my favourite in London. It looks like someone opened out their garage, put up a wooden bar and started knocking together drinks, and it feels like an expat bar in the Spanish Caribbean: a slanting roof, bright walls, chili pepper Christmas lights on the bar and extremely friendly staff. The owner/manager actually works there – it’s not part of a chain or managed from Elsewhere – and he was there on Saturday early evening, pouring the staff (and us) a round of shots and knocking together drinks. I asked for “something black cherry-y” and received a lovely bourbon cocktail that I promptly dubbed “Charles II’s Cock” for reasons that were relevant to the conversation but are now lost to time. In retrospect, “naming cocktails after the genitals of 17th-century royals” is probably the point at which I should have realised it was time to stop drinking. But no, I returned home and killed most of a bottle of fizzy wine; WHY.
In the morning I woke up, dry heaved into the toilet for ten minutes (GLAMOROUS LONDON LIFESTYLE!) and am writing this post while curled up under a duvet weeping desperately.
You may have noticed it’s been a while since any Shakespeare travel (or possibly not): I started a new job in June, which is excellent but it has taken me a while to sort out holidays. But now I have some proper Shakespeare travel plans coming up at last! To create a vague feeling of narrative, I’m doing the plays in kind-of chronological order (with a few outliers); a lot of the early plays are set in England or Italy, which is super convenient. It will be lovely to see the map expand as I move through Shakespeare’s life.
So I’m off to Italy in March, which feels a lot longer time than I think it actually is, and despite last night’s effect on today’s wellbeing, in the next fortnight I’m hunting down Falstaff and Prince Hal in Eastcheap. (Eastcheap is full of awful City boys, I’m sure I’ll find six or seven Hals.)
In the meantime: hydration.