Review – Legally Blonde Gala Night, Savoy Theatre

Yes we know. We are getting more insufferably grand by the day. And that grandness is tugging at the already fraying hems of the very fabric of the Whingers’ existence. That fabric being, of course, a fine Gentleman’s Harris Tweed and very old Bri-Nylon* in Phil’s and Andrew’s cases respectively.

But when Producer Sonia Friedman absolutely insisted that it just wouldn’t be a proper opening gala without the Whingers lending their presence at Legally Blonde, refusing might appear petty and churlish and make them appear even grander than they already believed themselves to be. What indeed were the boys expected to do?

Aftermath: The Third Annual West End Whingers Party

Well, we’ve almost recovered enough from our hangovers to say a few words about the previous Saturday’s Third Annual West End Whingers Party.

But a full recovery may take longer than that of the economy. In fact it could be another 23 years before either Whinger feels himself again (and let’s face it no one else will, ba boom!).

In truth, neither Whinger remembers much about the evening so what follows is pieced together mainly through photographic evidence, reports from those who say they were there and hopeful speculation.

West End Whingers Second Annual Party. Part 2.

And here are the pics to prove it really happened.

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The West End Whingers Second Annual Party. Part 1.

The West End Whingers would like to thank the crowds who turned up for the West End Whingers party last night and apologies to those who were unable to get in or were turned away due to the rather eccentric door policy.

This is the first of many, many posts aimed not only at those who were unable to make it (such as Kevin Spacey) or weren’t invited (such as Nicholas Hytner – nothing personal but he did get invited last year and we have to spread ourselves around), but also just to milk the gags for all they are worth, if not frurther.

Anyway, as it was we weren’t able to talk to everyone who was there. This was due to a combination of factors such as Merlot and Shiraz.

And also because our plan to give guests that authentic Al Hirschfeld experience backfired a bit.

We had engaged the services of a caricaturist. We couldn’t actually get the actual Al Hirschfeld because he died in 2003. Instead we had Adrian Grubb who probably worked out a bit cheaper anyway.

Perhaps we should have anticipated it, but unfortunately everyone insisted on being drawn with the Whingers so we spent most of the evening sitting being drawn. Quite tedious really.

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