I had, completely and honestly, just forgotten how good Shakespeare is. Watching Julius Caesar was just incredible. Hearing the classic lines I recognised in context and just listening to the marvellous prose was an astounding delight, that endured despite the fairly heavy rain that fell on our heads throughout the performance.

The acting was largely good, in a traditional vein. Usually I would find this a little dull, but it was so well executed that it usually gripped me. I didn’t know the story before I watched it, too, which was exciting as though I expected death I didn’t know who it would be. Brutus has since joined my list of literary heroes.