It feels like an obvious thing to have on a New York to-do list: go to a Broadway show. We had a look at what was going down, ruled out an awful lot of shows that looked good but were 700 bucks a ticket (looking at you, Othello). But! What that left us with was a real treat - Glengarry Glen Ross, a play I’d wanted to see for some time, with a remarkable cast (Kieran Culkin, Bob Odenkirk, Bill Burr, Michael McKean), and pretty much West End level prices. The dream. In the end, unfortunately, we didn’t get Bob Odenkirk due to illness, but his understudy did a fantastic job and should be rightly applauded. Everyone else is playing mostly if not entirely to type - Culkin is a ratty, overcompensating salesman; McKean is more doddery than usual; Burr is all machismo and bravado. The American audiences are atrocious for applauding every scene, but what can you do. A fine production, and interesting to see the original as opposed to the film, sans Baldwin scene. Another interesting contrast between the US and the UK: it seems much more an expected thing that the cast are obligated to do the whole stage door thing, even for a matinee. It’s just a given. Which means I’ve got my playbill signed by Burr and Culkin, so that was fun.