Perplexed

The man who flies to London for the weekend to cram in 9 hours of Shakespeare in a row* was left perplexed by the new installation just around the corner from work...

The avant-garde is wasted on him, he is resolutely classical. 



* Was it the Henries? Or the Richards? Or a medley? He told me. Several times. And I nodded enthusiastically. Several times. 
Nine hours. Three plays one after the other...
Poor Carlos must have had theatre-seat-sores on his (fluffy) arse after such a marathon.