I was treading the old boards of the Manchester Opera House last night.
Okay I am not an actress...Well professional one anyway. But I did go up on stage during the interval to get Old Deuteronomy's Autograph. I am of course talking about Cats. Yes the poor guy sat there throughout the whole interval sweating like an old fat cat, signing our programmes.
It was a great night and I really enjoyed the fact that the cast walk into and interact with the audience. Although it was really freaky when they stared at you for just a bit too long. One poor woman curled herself up in the foetal position and held onto her hubby for dear life when Bustopher Jones stared at her for ages in Jellicle Cats routine.
At one point I nearly pissed myself as well though, because one of the cats leapt off the stage and landed right at my feet. (I was fortunate enough to get front row centre seats. Only the best Darlings!). Of course we couldn't go to the theatre and NOT have a discussion about the male dancers "packages". All that lycra and not a ball bag in sight! We wondered where they were hiding them, until one guy's must have fallen out of whatever it had been neatly tucked in, because I got quite an eyeful when he did a high kick right in front of my face!!
Oh and apparently there was a bit of a commotion before the lights went down because some bird from Coronation Street floated past us in the shortest belt or maybe it was a scarf, I have ever seen in my life. (Not talking like an old Thirty Something frump here or anything, but all the same). Of Course I was completely oblivious to who she was because I don't watch crap on Television. I just noticed her because her legs stretched up to her damned armpits!
Anyway I think I am turning into a bit of Culture Vulture as I am off to the Theatre on Saturday night to watch a comedy Office Suite and hopefully going to watch a gritty play at The Library Theatre "Someone to watch Over Me".
Have a great Weekend
