Review – All About My Mother, The Old Vic, London

Poor Mr Spacey. We’ve given that man some shtick in the past. The last time the West End Whingers dropped by the Old Vic to see some tripe or other (was it The Entertainer?; we’re sure it wasn’t as long ago as Resurrection Blues) we found ourselves wholly preoccupied with trying to make mental notes to remember to get him some lubricant for Christmas so that he can oil the horribly creaky (we remember now – it was Gaslight!) seats in the Old Vic.

Reports of the West End Whingers’ deaths have been grossly exaggerated

The West End Whingers have been inundated with a comment from Steve On Broadway wondering if we were, in fact, dead.

The short answer is “No, Phil always looks like that” but we do feel that Steve‘s question deserves a fuller response.

Old Vic roundup: Gaslight, All About My Mother and why today is a very special day…

Today is a very special day and one which the West End Whingers are going to celebrate by opening a bottle of wine as soon as the sun is over the yardarm horizon.