I went to see Lemons Lemons Lemons last week.
Now there’s another ‘ stop listening/ blink for 5 seconds and after that you haven’t got a clue what’s going on’ kinda play.

I think script writers should factor that element in, in their plot play out – that an occasional reminder to wtf the play is actually about now and then ( if the watcher has perhaps missed the millisecond of ‘ explanation’ at the start somehow- maybe because the person next to them was coughing, or attaching his wee bag overflow ).

As my friend Sarah was asleep for half of it, it clearly didn’t grip her either.

Anyway if you do go, carefully read the synopsis before you do. I guess that’s what proper theatre critics do.

I saw Steel Magnolias with me refugee buddy – maybe I’ve already posted that ? That was ok, but definitely dated humour. I didnt laugh once, and I’m very easy going, humour wise.

Then me n Kerry M went to see Sylvia at The Old Vic. That’s a musical about Emily Pankhurst, a suffragette and her family, and her daughter Sylvia is the title. Ole Emily wasn’t a black lady in real life, nor was her husband black and therefore not their daughters. Neither was Winston Churchill black.. but all that was ok – black singers are ever so good and it was a musical. When Churchill’s mum stormed the stage with ‘ WIN- STONNNNN ‘ in a Jamaïcan accent, it was very funny.

So I’d go and see Sylvia but give the other 2 a miss.

Russ the say it for real theatre critic.
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