Look at me with two play reviews in a row. Let’s pretend it’s nothing to do with the fact that I’m rubbish at posting at the moment (does not bode well for blogmas which starts in just TWO DAYS – panic mode is setting in). On Saturday I was in London for a whopping 13 hours and I spent Sunday recovering. Definitely shouldn’t have been out in the winter weather all day with a mammoth cold which has turned into time off work. Now I rarely take a trip to the capital without a theatre tip thrown in, and that was the case this weekend too. This time, The Toxic Avenger.
It’s been over a month since I last went to the theatre, which is a long time for me. Fortunately, under the pretence of it being a birthday present for Jack, I was able to sneak in a little trip last weekend to see The Play That Goes Wrong. Let’s just say that 3 days later my cheeks still hurt and my throat was sore, all from laughing. Strepsils are my best friend right now. Actually, that might be due to the cold I’m currently nursing but I promise you the sore throat was due to The Play That Goes Wrong.
I’ve seen The Comedy About A Bank Robbery not once, but twice this year. It’s definitely a show you ought to see, but don’t just listen to what I’ve got to say! I’ve spoken to Niall Ransome, one of the show’s understudies, and he can tell you exactly why you’re missing out if you’re not taking the trip! PS. I’m always in awe of understudies, so I was so keen on hearing what Niall had to say!
On Saturday I headed to London for a girly day with my mum. A spot of shopping over at Westfield Stratford followed by a theatre trip: fab, right? With it being my birthday in less than a fortnight this was an early celebration, and Evita was my first choice. I’d heard not-so-great things about it, but I’ve wanted to see it on stage for years so it had to be done!
I’m a big theatre fan, we all know that. In fact, it’s a real shocker that it’s been a month since I last went (don’t worry, that’ll be rectified this weekend). However, there’s one show that I’ve seen 4 times on the West End, and that’s The Book Of Mormon. I just can’t get enough! Whilst this isn’t a review, it’s a reasoning as to why it means so much to me.