Patronising or Condescending?

Here [almost] ends another day in the life of me. I'd had high hopes of enjoying my day, but it's only now I'm on my way back from the performance of The Odyssey: Missing Presumed Dead at the Exeter Northcott Theatre that I can acknowledge my happiness.
Contrary to my hopes of doing a spot of library work to start the day, I had to address several important emails and issues relating to tenancy agreements, unpaid tax, etc. (such adult issues I wish I didn't have to answer the door to just yet). Needless to say, I decided to sort out my poetry drafts after that and attend to university matters before using the last of my fish fingers (bought in the week I landed in this fair institution) to stave off hunger while I'm away at the theatre. 
Fast forward a few hours and I'm sitting in the second row of the theatre, faced with this:

It looked like a giant moon but revealed itself to be a stage entrance. 
To summarise the play: a modern take on The Odyssey, featuring well-known actor Simon Dutton (offering the largest quota of comedy). A unique performance of the classic Homer play, with ingenious use of lighting (including lights set in the stage), sound (this being especially haunting), staging (in the construction of a boat) and occasional sea shanties. Some characters were perhaps a little weak, and I only really felt drawn in when the lights went down and true tension was inspired. The final seconds when the stage was bathed in red light, there was an almighty wave crashing and Odysseus/Smith cries out Penelope's name were the most dramatic and made me wish more of the play had felt that way. 
I hope this entry gives you some idea of what it was like and my honest [enough] opinion. I'm feeling a little nauseous from reading this while travelling so I'd best stop now. 
But FYI patronising and condescending are synonyms, and the three lovely ladies to my left are just the most insanely sweet company :)