Yes, I’m still moaning about Carousel. The only good thing about the evening was that we got the tickets half price. If I’d paid £60 to watch Billy Bigelow getting slap happy with jellyfish Julie, his wife, I’d have been bustin out all over and it’s not even June.
Ever since my visit to the Savoy Theatre I have had itchy legs. From my mid calf to my ankle on both legs I am suffering the persecution of a constant itch. I fear I have fleas. Or mites. Theatrical ones that are singing and dancing all over my legs. I’ll never walk alone.
