Last Monday we has a weird outing to see This Show Has No Name. Those of us who went were excited as we'd been to a few of their events before-Their annual Office Party Christmas events were outstanding and I wish they would run one again.

But then there was this event. If you can imagine some drama students putting on an end of year show but realising they've not done any work they decide to be clever and 'make the audience the show'.

But much worse than I have just described. Much, much worse.

I think the fact that by the end (I made us all stay to the end as a measure of our resillence) a good 80- 90% of the audience had walked out will tell you whether or not you should bother buying tickets for their future dates,

It was nearly enough to make me swear off any more risky theatre/ show experiences but then my sister told me about The Drowned Man: A Hollywood Fable. She didn't want to give anything away so kept the details to herself but her enthusiasm convinced me to buy two tickets and today we headed there.

On the way we had the strange experience of accidentally coming across the new born future king leave hospital. As much as I have tried to avoid all news about it recently it was an experience to realise that two potential Kings were driving right by you. The surrealness of the event set the tone for the evening.

I also want to keep the details secret in case any of you go but I can't rave about the set and setting enough. Taking place over 3 stories in an empty building in London and with every detail seen to the 3 hours we were in there flew by. I can't imagine how long must have been spent sourcing all the props and placing them. Every detail was perfect: every handbag we looked in (all allowed of course) had items in it, every secret door we found led to somewhere new and different and every every stone we overturned showed us something new.

Unforutnately my enjoyment was partly marred due to the weird behaviour of some of the audience. It seemed that as soon as some people put on a mask (we all had to wear the same mask) they felt invisible and acted in ways I'm sure they never would normally, or at least I hope they wouldn't.

I don't know if it was due to feeling anonymous, or invisible, but lots of people swarmed around, bashed into anyone who was in their way, literally walking into anyone who was where they wanted to go rather than around them or wait for them to move, and stood in front of people watching anything.

The addition of masks added a lot to the event, the experience of seeing a room full of people all wearing the same mask silently moving in the same direction is one which will stay with me, but also created a strange, disturbing and distracting atmosphere.

What was strangest was how some people in their masks stood literally a few inches away from performers, crowding around them so close as to be creepy. They seemed to be unaware of their behaviour, or maybe they didn't care, and it proved distracting as I was bashed into for the hundredth time.

Bizarre. I'm sure there's a word for when people act differently when they feel hidden and this was a great example of it in action.

If you're interested in going then I urge you to, don't let my experience put you off, who knows-  maybe everyone will be well behaved when you go.

In beading news I'm finishing up the last of the projects for 'Small Beads, Big Jewelry'. As I'm beading 20 different projects for the book I'm having fun coming up with a mix of techniques, finished items and levels. Today I finished up one of the 3 rings which will appear in the book- and got to use a bit of bling.