We all went to see these two short plays by Tom Stoppard, whom I love for writing about science and having my name. They were a little strange. One was about a man descending into bankruptcy by riding a taxi from place to place, trying to get money at each of them but never quite covering his fare. The lead actor was smiling too much for this to be very satisfying. The second play was about someone's ex-wife who is now the speaking clock run by British Telecom, and she muses on the nature of time. It was an ok play. We assumed we'd be able to eat there, but we couldn't figure out how, so afterwards we were all a little cranky.