Phew, it's Friday!
Another mad week for Capital of Culture which reached its peak last night with the MTV European Music Awards at the ECHO Arena.
I say "European" but it was dominated by the Americans who won pretty much everything.
I hear Liverpool and the Arena looked pretty fab on the TV though.
I say "hear" because I didn't actually get to see it - either in the flesh or on telly. But that's another story.
It was hard, however, to miss the scrum of fans and photographers waiting for the stars outside the Radisson.
Anyway, one hot ticket I DID get was to see King Lear at the Everyman on Wednesday evening.
It's not every day you see a (very skinny) bearded Pete Postlethwaite in a dress doing unmentionable things to himself!
Director Rupert Goold, who was sitting just in front of me taking notes throughout the performance, had gone for humour, quirkiness and understated drama - as opposed to the kind of Larry Olivier-style declaiming that can really put you off Shakespeare...
As one audience member said to me when I canvassed opinion, it was really "accessible".
And on top of the central, and hotly-anticipated, Pete Postlethwaite performance, the rest of the cast was also very strong.
One thing though. Don't drink much before you go because although there are two intervals in the three-and-a-half hour production, one is only a brief "comfort break" (the rush for the ladies was like the opening of the Harrods sale) and the second gives you barely enough time to sip a cup of coffee.
It's worth it though.
Lear was my third trip to the theatre in three days, after The Concert They Never Gave at the Empire, and Accidental Death of an Anarchist at the Playhouse.
Tonight it's
