Anyway, tonight we saw The 39 Steps, basically a spoof of the famous Hitchcock film (which I’d managed not to have seen or heard of before) with a cast of four. And… about 150 characters. (That’s… not an exaggeration.) Incredibly fast paced and entertaining and just… so so enjoyable, it sent itself up brilliantly. Oh, go read a proper review cause I won’t be able to say anything bad about it, I loved it. Yay.
Incidentally, a group of women sitting on the row behind us had a most, ur, unusual conversation before it began. This is a word-for-word recollection of what one of them suddenly blurted out:
“I had a very sexy dream about David Cameron last night!”
I froze and jabbed the person next to me (which happened to be mum) to check I hadn’t heard wrongly. But no, I hadn’t. If the Tories win the next election I’ll now know why – erotic adventures of the subconscious starring that dashing young lad from Eton. Urgh… I shudder. “Are you sure we’re not just being unkind because they’re Tories? Didn’t you ever have dreams of Neil Kinnock, mum?” The answer was a swift yet firm no.