There was a horrible inevitability that the Whingers would eventually make their West End stage debuts.
We are not counting our curtain call at Hair where we elbowed less able-bodied patrons out of the way to be first on the stage.
No, this was a more considered performance involving preparation: warm ups, vocal exercises and the necessity to eschew alcohol. Almost. Actually we did neck a pre-show glass of wine (strictly for Dutch Courage you understand) but you are not allowed take your drinks with you if you elect to purchase an on-stage seat at the Duchess Theatre.
No wine! Being a performer in the heady world of the West End doesn’t seem so glamorous now does it? How committed must we have been? Read the rest of this entry »
A West End Whinger 