Young bones groan and the rocks below say throw your skinny body down, son

In attempt to become cultured, we trundled up to Stratford yesterday to see Henry VI, Part 3. And anyone else who's not yet 30 should take note: you can get free tickets for any of Henry VI's Parts throughout July and August.

Other than my somewhat flimsy memories of third year history lessons on the Wars of the Roses, I had very little clue what happened in the play. It opens with a huge cast of warring lords, all attached to shifting factional alliances. However, it becomes increasingly easy to keep track as everyone dies, and by close of play there are only about three and a half characters left standing.

( Dramatic criticism from the uninformed )