On Wednesday my British Airways flight from Barcelona to London was delayed two hours when the starter engine used to fire-up one of the big engines wouldn't work. They considered cancelling the flight, but they found a spare starter engine at the Barcelona airport and replaced the bad one -- while we all sat on the airplane for two hours.

Of course, I'm not complaining because I certainly wouldn't suggest they should have flown to London on only one engine. But it made me nervous because I had ticket Wednesday night to see Tom Stoppard's new play "Rock 'n Roll" at the Duke of York's Theatre.

Good news: I made it.

Everything I've read says this show and "Frost/Nixon" (which I saw last week) are the two main contenders for the Best New Play Olivier Award this year.

"Rock 'n Roll" is about the role rock music played in the fall of communism in Czechoslavakia between 1967 and 1989. The show focuses on a real life group known as "The Plastic People of the Universe" and how the freedom they expressed in their music and in their lives (long hair, bizarre costumes and make-up) was a direct threat to the government.

It's a good show, but Stoppard's stuff can be so dense it's hard to understand sometimes. Sometimes I feel like a high school student taking a college graduate course. I understand the language but I don't really get the point.