Luna, an evening at the Old Vic

Red hair announces her before she has said a word. Luna wears it long, a deep dark auburn that turns copper under stage lights, and at 171 cm with a curvy figure she fills a doorway with ease. Her eyes are brown and direct. She dresses boldly and without apology: a structured dress in emerald or black, a statement earring, lipstick matched to nothing but her mood.

Independent to the core, she sets her own schedule and then, generously, lets you share it. She is bold, witty and completely comfortable with a pause in conversation. Her English is quick and sharp. Wine is a serious interest; she tastes carefully and describes what she finds without any pretension. She photographs theatres, empty stages and old painted signage, and she has seen more plays this year than most critics.

Her Waterloo evening is a performance at the Old Vic, the grand old playhouse on The Cut, followed by a glass of wine and a late plate at one of the small restaurants along the same street. She likes a seat in the circle for a view of the whole stage. At the interval she wants your honest review, not the polite one. She keeps the ticket stub from every show in a tin at home. Afterwards The Cut is busy and bright, and Waterloo Bridge is a short walk away for one of the best night views of the river.

Luna lives in Mayfair and takes bookings from Monday to Thursday. Pick the play and the night, send both to booking for a Waterloo evening, and check the three-hour figure on rates first.