We bumped into Gareth Nicholls from Little Earthquake last night. Apparently he made the front page of the Wolverhampton Express and Star recently when, in character, he rebuked members of his audience for their poor behaviour, talking amongst themselves and the like.
In the past I may have thought, uncharitably, ‘can’t have been very gripping if they were talking amongst themselves’, but I saw a slow by Slot Machine at the same venue (The Arena) last year and sat next to some folk who chatted through much of the show discussing how much they were enjoying it and how good it is.
Given that in the Cinema people now seem happy to wander around during the feature presentation. Maybe we are in some transitional period in which etiquette and conventions are changing, maybe we are on our way back to Elizabethan times. Maybe we’ll all be shouting over the throng before the end of the next decade.