The newly revamped Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon is full of surprises, not least a certain inviting chair that is roving around the theatre's public spaces. When I sat on it, a disembodied voice informed me, no doubt accurately, that I was "a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle" " one of King Lear's more colourful lines. This, then, is the Insult Chair. Depending on what mood you find it in,…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 05:35PM on November 30, 2010