Mobile Phones – today’s equivalent of a rotten tomato? And Shakespeare Vs. the modern cult of celebrity. When I started as a volunteer steward at the Globe Theatre last year my motivation was to see more theatre for free, become part of a dynamic, creative hub and bask in the incandescence of an increasing feeling of cultural superiority (there’s nothing like casually mentioning, “I’m just off for a double shift at the Globe, yeah, it’s a turnaround today, Macbeth followed by A Midsummer Night’s Dream, *sigh* so not getting home before midnight” to make you polish your gleaming badge of cultural excellence with a smug grin). Over the season and a half I’ve been there I’ve slowly been infused with the spirit of Shakespeare. A litany of fractured lines flit through my mind from a pool of plays I’ve been privileged to see performed over and over again. Sometimes I can even recall appropriately cryptic quotes at moments that require something profound; a skill I used to believe was reserved only for the likes of Dame Judy Dench, Mark Rylance and Professors of the English language (and my dad). And yet, surrounded as I am with this richness, this...