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Katrina and I saw Waiting For Godot tonight. It was funny and sad by turns. Still not a bloody clue what it was about. Katrina studied it and she's not got a bloody clue what it was about. I reckon Samuel Beckett wrote it for the lulz so that generations of performing arts students would be forced to study it and get confused.
Of course, the most important thing is that I got a signed poster of Sir Ian McKellen. My fangirl > yours, ha ha! See my victory dance!