Down to Salisbury Playhouse this evening to see "Restoration", a play adapted from the book of the same name by Rose Tremain, which was shortlisted for the Booker in 1989.
The book must have had something going for it, but we found the play unbearably tedious, and left in the interval. Something to do with a lack of any kind of tension. We just didn't care about any of the characters or where the plot was meandering to.
