How was the Mousetrap thing?
Has that still been continually running in the West End since the 70s or whatever?
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60s, I think.
Here I must make a confession. Having eaten a terrific dinner and noting that the time was barely 7, it occurred to us that if we sacked the whole fúcking thing off, we could be comfortably ensconced in front of the fire with a nice cup of tea by 8. So, we, you know, went home.
It was the perfect decision. :-(
I keep doing it, to be honest. It seems like such a good idea when you book it, but then at the end of a working day, who can be ársed? The irritating thing is the waste of 90 quid per ticket.
I must make it a firm rule to only book Saturday matinée performances. Now that's the way to enjoy the theatre. A nice lunch, a couple of bottles of the good stuff, a snooze through the performance, home in time for Final Score. Lovely.