In which The Whingers put their money where their big mouths are..

The Whingers have oft complained that there’s not enough theatre out there that really amuses them.

Andrew’s sartorial choices often elicit huge guffaws from Phil, but he doesn’t need to sit through a couple of hours of dross to derive such pleasure. It’s often the high point of an otherwise turgid theatre evening.

So, a few years back, the Whingers (over a bottle or two of oh-be-joyful of course) threw down the gauntlet (Hello Kitty glove in Andrew’s case) to each other and decided that they could write something better.

South Bank confusion

The horrible thing about the South Bank is that you can’t tell what’s junk and what’s art.

The West End Whingers hate it.

This picture was taken this evening behind the Royal Festival Hall.

It’s utterly genuine.

We have no idea.