A tale of three plays:
Let's start with The Merry Wives of Windsor. It was a big ol' daft Shakespeare farce. Pretty silly, pretty fun. Nice idea making it a sixties juke box musical but ultimately that was... Who am I kidding? It was a terrible idea making it a sixties juke box musical. There isn't very much intersection on the rocknroll-Shakespeare Venn diagram, especially not if you throw a suburban am-dram circle into the graph.
I also saw Glengarry Glen Ross. When you see one of the big, shiny London shows with a big, shiny Hollywood star in the centre it does make you realise how spoilt you are. It also emphasises how bad the idea of staging an amateur, rocknroll shakespeare in a provincial market town is.
And then there's a Christmas Carol. Yeah, you know the story. No, it's not even a real play. But gee whizz was it feelgood. Snow, satsumas, sprouts, clapping, turkeys on ziplines - all the festive main ones. It even got my sleighbells jingling, and they don't jingle easy. I feel like it's limbered me right up for Christmas. Bring it.
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