Mama Mia!!

The show...

Rick took us to see Mama Mia, and despite my best intentions, I actually enjoyed it. I grew up surrounded by Abba music, my parents had a decent collection of Abba tapes and listened to them a lot. Is it any wonder i turned out gay?

The set was fantastic, the cast superb (except the lead 'dad', the one who got married at the end- roybear what's his name?- he was clasically trained and couldnt keep up with the discopop) costumes at times hilarious, and most of the male cast were WOOFY AS. The crowd was elderly and, err, appreciative, dancing in the aisles- Morris and I were listening out for the hips creaking, ready to dodge the tumbling zimmer frames.

Rick got me a good one though and paid for it later... He told me that they have lights on the stage that focus on one seat in each aisle and the person in that seat has to sing a bit. Rick's a premiere bullshitter so I dismissed it as another fantasy, so you can imagine my horror when, as the cabaret finale began, a truss of 30 computer-controlled spotlights descended from the ceiling and pointed into the crowd... Suddenly It occurred to me that the boys had been peculiarly insitent that I sit in one particular seat, and that we were on the balcony only one row back from the front...

It was all a scam, the lights were for effect only, but I had a few nervous moments.

Highly recommended.

Also highly recommended is the Duxton, where Rick paid for making me worried at Mama Mia... heh heh...