And he went, with wee Lizzy, to watch James McAvoy playing Cyrano de Bergerac, in the Harold Pinter theatre last night.

Bit different to be honest. Not what I was expecting. A very modern take on a very old tale about a wordsmith with a massive nose who couldn’t get the girl because of his conk… but still was able to write to her by pretending to be someone else – well it could only happen in a play, after all.

Strangely they didn’t feel the need to actually give James a massive plastic hooter; instead you had to imagine he had one (?) Maybe Jimmy Mac is too vain to wear a trunk, so they had to work around that ?

Anyway the lyrics/ script were all written by Stormzy or something, so if you are a Grime ( that’s a ‘ music ‘ genre ) then you would have liked it a lot. If not, then, well, you know…

Cyrano was the poet of his day ( In the story ) and likewise old Shaky Speare too, and ( for some ) Grime is the modern equivalent.

Not for me tho. I thought it was a bit crap
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