Halloween night saw The Muffins and us at the ever-popular musical Wicked. We met before hand at a local restaurant. Naturally enough the small girls were in witch outfits, and equally, not surprisingly Mrs Muffin had painted her face a deep green. In normal circumstances, the little Muffins should have been embarrassed, but they're used to eccentric behaviour. The only person who was embarrassed was The Cat's Mother. She had spotted a witch with straggly hair crossing the street towards the restaurant, pointed it out excitedly to the Muffins before realising the witch was coming into the restaurant. It was me.
Arriving at the show, we were grabbed by a film crew, so no doubt our bumbling efforts have been sprayed all over the interweb somewhere.
It is a great show...I've seen it three times now...full of great tunes, and the story is a brilliant twist on the Wizard of Oz.
Friday night was a very special night indeed. Some people may have been glued to the TV on Saturday to see the 50th Anniversary show from the National Theatre. We were luckier, we saw it live. Technically it was a rehearsal, in reality it was a first class performance by the biggest and best stars of the most notable productions in the National's half century of existence. Never again, certainly within my lifetime will so many of the theatre greats be gathered in one place....who can I name drop? Judy Dench, Maggie Smith, Ralph Fiennes, Alan Bennet, Adrian Lester, Rory Kinnear, Benedict Cumberbatch, Helen Mirren, Michael Gambon, Derek Jacobi, Sion Russell Beale, and on it goes. Unbelievable really. Each, short performance perfect to make a perfect show.
