Tim Dowling: the not so great Gatsby
'Within minutes of the lights going down, my left eyelid starts to droop'When I first met my wife, she had a way of expressing her distaste for a certain branch of the arts that sat uneasily with my pretentiousness."We've just been to that new play," someone would say. "You should go.""I hate the theatre," my wife would say."Stop saying that in front of people," I would whisper."Why?" she would say. "Theatre is&…