What makes a man?

Here I am, waiting for my lunch. You can see I am insubstantial and need something nourishing. Which was forthcoming, though in a dramatic sense, in the form of Kneehigh Theatre's Tristan and Yseult, which had me with tears in my eyes at the end. This was to some extent due to the power of the best five minutes of Wagner's Tristan und Isolde being incorporated, but instead of the (to me, prejudiced) rather dull other four hours and fifty-five minutes of Wagner, there was about one hour and fifty-five minutes of the most amazing and brilliant theatre. If you ever can, do go and see!