I was lucky enough to see War Horse when it came to Melbourne recently. I don’t usually see high-end and popular, international theatre productions but prefer to see local independent theatre (that does have an extraordinarily vibrant community in Melbourne). I only saw Warhorse because my mother was in town and because I was familiar with it as I worked opposite the National Theatre in Drury Lane, London (W1) (where it has been showing for a number of years). It was a spectacular show and I am glad that I went to see it and a local radio host told me that I should take a hanky and sure enough, I needed it.
I remember when I worked on Drury Lane that I could see the War Horse billboard out the window. And when the show started a few years back, the horses were paraded up the street. But there was a chasm there, it was only on the other side of the street but it might as well been on the other side of the planet. I worked in a technology centre, technology in the humanities, and there opposite, the War Horse stared at me in my Benthamite prison enticing me to a place where technology had a greater function than utility. This is the always the real home for technology in the humanities and sometimes we forget this.