Friday, December 07, 2007

In search of transparent acetate resin footwear

The real theatrical highlight of my week was always going to be Stephen Fry's version of Cinderella staged at the Old Vic, with Pauline Collins as the Fairy Godmother, and Sandi Toksvig as the Narrator. The show only premiered 2 nights ago but I am sure it will have a glorious run through to late January. I spent a good portion of it seized up with laughter at Fry's cleverer jokes and partaking of the good-natured fun of yelling "look behind you", "oh no he didn't" and "CAKE!!!!". There's also the obligatory participation of children from the audience, one of whom nearly upstaged the Narrator and Buttons as they made several attempts to cook a feast from ingredients purchased from different providors: Fortnum & Mason, Tesco (Toksvig: I love Tesco as it keeps the riff-raff out of Waitrose), and Iceland).

After an excellent narrated opening (Narrator to Buttons: "of course they know your name, they've got programs..."), the first number was a bit "one-size-fits-all" with some vocal/music balance problems. A cheesy backdrop there was replaced by a serious of increasingly impressive sets, and some rather touching lyrics for the songs linking the two sets of romantic pairings.

Daintier than a pantomime cow...

As the length of the days crunches down to a sliver of light, I'm not getting much further than the coffee shop each morning. After my dietary core has been consumed, the sled dog is turned around and mushed back to the house before the gloom settles over the streets of Ealing again.

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