|...standing beside the theatre review...|
“I am not going with you unless there are good treats,” Duncan said.
“Actually, I am not inviting anyone to go with me. I was just telling people what I am doing tonight,” I laughed.
His shoulders slumped and he said again, “I am not going with you unless there are good treats.”
“There are always good treats when I go. That is what a night at the theatre is about. But I am not asking anyone to come with me. Joining me is absolutely voluntary. No pressure. I am just telling people what I am going to do for fun.”
|... the lobby of the Novella ...|
When I went to the theatre in the morning to see if I could get seats, I walked into the lobby up 8 wide stairs.
A man was sitting on the carpet and shining the brass edging of the steps with polish and a soft cloth.
Really shinning them, as though the Queen were coming tonight. She wasn’t, but between the elbow grease I saw him putting on the stair trip, and my chance to remember what the lobby of the Novella Theatre looks like when I purchased the tickets, I knew the stage was set for a fine evening.
The theatre review that is posted outside of the doors has the critic saying, “I hope you will forgive the fact that I won’t be writing much about this play, for when I try to start writing, I begin to laugh and can’t get at the work of writing the review.” The critic likened the comedy to that found in One Man, Two Govnors, saying that he thought Noises Off might top the former.
|...inside the theatre, before descending to the stalls...|
At one point the protagonist’s shoe laces are tied together while he is waiting to go on stage and then he falls on. Then for the next five minutes he hops around because he has no time to untie them. When our hero hopped up flights of stairs, two at a time with his shoe laces tied, Duncan was about crying from laughing.
By the last act, both of us were gasping for air, and on the way home we agreed that telling someone the story line wouldn’t really get at the fine comedy we had seen: lost props, missed cues, shoe-laces tied together, a farce about comedies... well worth the price of the ticket, just to walk up the stairs of a theatre with beautifully shined brass-trimmed stairs and handrails.
The Novella is among the top favorites of my West End theatres.
|... close-up of a treat bag as we start to unwrap the treats|
so as not to disturb the performers..
He respectfully passed but who knows what he will tell me tomorrow when I am ready to go get the tickets.