This evening I went with N° 1 sprog to see an amateur production of a play entitled ‘Blud Lines’. The play was written and directed by Stephen Challens who is, to the budding actors in my daughter’s school, the equivalent of Colin Tufnel was to those in mine (see here). Challens had merged the Arthurian Legend and the basic plot of Macbeth into an essay on how envy and the power lust can warp minds. The young actors thoroughly enjoyed themselves (ah! I remember the fun we had with blood capsules) and the audience also had fun. Most of the students who played parts will doubtless go on to do other things in life. But I wouldn’t be surprised if we hear more in the future about one or two of them on the stage or in films.