If you don’t read veteran showbiz scribe Baz Bamigboye’s “It’s Friday” column on, er, Fridays in the Daily Mail you won’t have seen a piece mentioning a £100 bet with the West End Whingers.
And for those of you who did see it, the Whingers wish to set the record straight.
Mister Bamigboye is privately quite a fan of the Whingers despite feigning ignorance on occasion by addressing them as Wicked Whispers. But in public he has become something of a stalker. He last confronted and exposed the Whingers rather loudly in the stalls of the Old Vic at last Monday’s preview of Six Degrees of Separation (which we MUST get around to writing about before we forget what it was like – oops too late). He has even been known to follow them around the world, once even tracking them down to an exclusive showbiz watering hole in New York insisting on being photographed with them. (See above)
Now Mister Bamigboye has been quite vociferous in his dislike of the newly opened Legally Blonde, erroneously dismissing this delightful and hilarious crowd-pleaser as “toxic blancmange”, though even he begrudgingly and quite sensibly admitted to liking Sheridan Smith and Peter Davison in the show.
But Friday’s piece stated “I have a £100 bet with the West End Whingers website that Legally Blonde won’t be here in a year. My fear is that they might win.”
And so you should Baz. So you should.
Baz’s actual words to the Whingers, and for the record, on Thursday 14th January 2010 were “I’ll give you £100 if Legally Blonde is still running this time next year”. The Whingers really have nothing to lose. They made no promise of paying Baz anything if the show is not running on 14th January 2011 and are quite confident, judging by the audience responses they’ve witnessed and the largely very glowing reviews which came out this week they’ll be collecting their crisp notes from Baz early next year. In fact they’ve practically spent the drinking money in their heads already and may even treat Baz to his signature cranberry juice as part of their celebrations.
It’s a shame when such a legendary scribbler gets something so horribly wrong, and we are of course normally not ones to crow, but come next January our crowing should be enough to send shivers up Tippi Hedren’s spine and we expect our pockets to be bulging even more than ever.
Taking all this into account our new year resolution- apart from (1) to see fewer shows and (2) to attend more after-show parties - is to make many more bets with Mister Bamigboye, redistribute his wealth a bit (You see! We’re not without a political edge!) and give up the day jobs.