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.