There’s an annoying trend at the moment that makes me rather uncomfortable. At the end of every West End musical worth its weight in ‘fun’ the audience has to get on their feet and dance in the aisle like a bunch of loons. What happened to traditional seated applause to show your appreciation and a standing ovation to mark excellence? Now it seems you need a singing and dance class before qualifying for a ticket.
If you’ve experienced this lately then you’ll empathise with the discomfort I felt when I went to see Hair on Shaftesbury Avenue last night. Not only did we get full frontal nudity from the entire cast **eyes wide open in delight shock** but also 100 or so members of the audience got a birds eye view of their seat when they were dragged on to the stage to help the cast repeat ‘let the sun shine’ over and over again. Luckily I think my loud internal monologue – which was undoubtedly reflected on my face “Please don’t drag me up, please don’t drag me up” – meant I got away with a half hearted hip wiggle and sore palms.
Of course being English typically means no public displays of emotion or outbursts of any kind, likewise any expression of self pride is not tolerated unless qualified with a statement of self depreciation to follow. As an English thoroughbred then my hip wiggling was normal, non? The thing is that once I left the theatre I felt annoyed at my inability to bop a bit more in the aisle or sing along and it became clear to me that I need to embrace my inner American and get over my fear of public expression. The first step in my recovery is to tell you about a little thing that I’m delighted with and would like to share with you. No apologies, just positive information sharing. So here goes:
My name is Miss Bouquet and I’ve been listed on the definitive list of UK wine bloggers.
There we go. Little steps at a time. Now that wasn’t so hard.
Wednesday 5th May 2010