To The Globe! …on Friday evening for three hours spent in the company of friends, Romans and countrymen.

Plus some pain in the arse over-chatty sixth form girls who confused a ticket for The Globe with that of a sponsored talk yer arse off public gossip.

Liberty and freedom, Comrades. Liberty and freedom.

I’ve not been to a duff Bankside production since a painfully post-modern Macbeth performance sometime at the turn of the Century - a phrase that sounds almost Shakespearean in itself.

Julius Caesar on Friday night wasn’t a bad production, but I don’t think that I’ll be buying a second and third ticket, as was the case with Titus Andronicus this season.

Ah yes - Titus.

See how I’ve written a blog post all about Caesar, yet still manage to come back to the mighty Titus?

The Titus effect is such that it is impossible to objectively review any other Bankside production this summer. The Globe gore fest is so powerful that is simply straddles over the rest of the schedule.

Caesar got off to a promising start. Football chants by the actors broke out around The Globe courtyard some fifteen minutes ahead of showtime. It’s not as if there is anything else left to cheer football wise right now.

The idea was to build up the power of the mob, a theme that is strong within the play.

A swinging goat from The Globe ceiling at the start of the play also promised potential. But the pace of the play and the dialogue was ever so slightly flat.

If Caesar couldn’t compete with Titus, then it certainly couldn’t compete with the pain in the arse over-chatty sixth form girls giving it some throughout the first Act.

I made a polite request to one of the lovely stewards to have a word, so to speak, but it was to no avail. The arsey conversations continued.

I moved to the other side of the stage for the second Act. The ambience was more agreeable and I soon became absorbed in the acting.

It’s a shame that George Irving’s commanding Caesar wasn’t around to strut his stuff after the interval. The role was played with a distinguished gravitas, almost in the style of the Godfather.

And so a rare disappointing Globe experience for me. At £5 for a ticket it still remains simply the best ticket in town, pain in the arse over-chatty sixth form girls and all.