We’re still a wee bit shell-shocked, to be honest. Contrary to early reports, this is NOT car-crash theatre and this is NOT train-wreck theatre. This is the theatre of two trains colliding on a level crossing on which is stuck a Robin Reliant of orphans on their only day out of the year. With their pets. Oh, and did we mention there was a big tanker coming in the other direction full of flammable chemicals?
Or to put it another way Paradise Found is Kismet meeting The Great Waltz via A Little Night Music, Carry On Emmannuelle and Up The Chastity Belt. Except, well, again, not so much “meets” as “crashes into”, with the wreckage strewn the length and breadth of Southwark Street.
And yet we couldn’t tear ourselves away from watching.
And we are still very much in a state of shock. Read the rest of this entry »