To say that presenting a play called The Tempest, outdoors, in Scotland, a matter of hours after an electrical storm is tempting fate is an understatement akin to saying that Michael Winner is occasionally a bit unpleasant.
When Glasgow's annual Shakespeare festival, Bard In The Botanics, got under way on Friday evening, it was all but inevitable that rain would stop play, and it did in the fourth act, just as Stephen Clyde's regal magician, Prospero was giving his great existentialist speech ("We are such stuff / As dreams are made on").
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