Last weekend there were several concerts happening, and I had to go to one of them with the cellmate. Which would you choose, a short show of no interest, or a very long but possibly good one? To be in the safe side, I chose the shortest, just an hour and a half. But sometimes time seems to stretch, I expect Heisenberg could explain it, some kind of quantum observer effect. If only the other me could have been at home at the same time, it would only have been half bad.
This weekend, it's Albert's turn - he's taking his partner for dinner in a pub roof garden, then to see an unusual Mozart opera starring John Malkovich, in his local Opera House. I hope he has a good night, to balance things up. I may ask him to do a review.