Unfortunately for me and other martyrs to allergies/asthma, etc. yesterday marked a change in the weather. Humidity rising, wheezing, sneezing, itching and such rocketing. Bah. There was also some kind of technical problem at the rehearsal, which meant slouching sweatily in the great throng in the dress circle foyer, for centuries until we were admitted, then waiting some more. They were running 45 minutes late, in the end. Mumble. I was lucky, though, in not having a full-blown gagging-cough festival or sneezing attack during the show. I had rather been expecting to see some rock stars in the audience, but no luck. I dreamt the other night of spotting Brian May in the auditorium, but if he made it, I missed him. Meh. DOCTOR DEE itself is a knockout. I was much beguiled by the sometimes Glass-like music; very hypnotic and dreamy. The spectacle is top notch, too. I'd actually like to study some of the sketches, plans and photos from the design phase. It's spectacular yet not overdone; beautiful. The cast (including some proper 'opera' singers-) was fine, with cameos by two splendid crows, who shamefully, were not credited, although they and their handler did appear at the end to acknowledge an ovation. All in all, jolly super.