I went on a coach trip to see the aptly titled "Les Miserables" last night.
Hmmmm. I've decided that musicals are not really my thing. Or at least not this one. I don't understand why some people want to go back and see it again and again - once was DEFINITELY enough for me. I'm glad that I went, if only to see what everyone was talking about, but it really IS what it says on the tin. The only song that I recognised was "I Dreamed a Dream" and that's only because it's the one that Susan Boyle did on X Factor (and before you completely write me off, it's the one and only time I've ever seen X factor. I was doing my ironing and it was the least rubbish thing on at the time) Anyway, back to Les Mis - there certainly weren't any singalong numbers that had you whistling on your way out of the theatre. Not wishing to be totally negative, for, as you know, I can always find the best in any situation, the stage sets were impressive, and the cast were very good - I particular liked the bit when they all died in slow motion on the barricades. I liked the venue - The Queens is a lovely compact little theatre, and the leader of the revolutionaries was a pretty young man with long hair (he looked like a young Michael Ball, before he'd eaten so many doughnuts). Oh, and I enjoyed my ice cream at half time. I won't be buying the CD.
Bit different to last Friday, when I went to the Forum at Kentish Town to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Now that WAS a good night out. A brilliant gig with music just as I like it, loud guitars played by moody young men wearing skinny jeans and black leather jackets, with a drumbeat you can feel through the soles of your boots and that thumps in your chest and leaves your ears ringing. I guess it takes all sorts.