Well, I arrived at the theatre and took my seat up in the gods, having first read the programme through - not thoroughly as I later discovered. Nobody else was up there. I knew that there were some deserters, having heard some people leaving the upper floor commenting on there being seats available lower down and how people don't check your tickets that thoroughly. I staunchly refused to steal a better seat than I'd paid for. I sat, all alone in the gods. Everyone else had either deserted or not turned up. I planned to move a few rows forward if nobody turned up - all the seats up there being for free. Then, someone from front of house came and told me that the gallery was closed - I was lead into the upper circle and given a better seat. I was in the middle of row E - unobstructed view. Lovely.
Admittedly, there appeared to be some bizarre combination of bad hygiene and good perfume sported by one of the nearby female theatre goers - at least I assume so from the smell that initially hit my nose. However, this settled into a reasonably sweet smelling equilibrium, so I was undeterred from show watching. The show contained the actor who played officer Crabtree in 'Allo 'Allo - not only that, but one of his running gags was to mispronounce a word - how we laughed.
The show was good fun. Not quite my usual cup of tea, but musically well executed and lyrically creative. I'm not giving a euphemism here. I mean that the words were a highlight. There was one show-stopping number in the whole performance and the rest was pretty good. The physical execution was far from perfect, but of a high standard. They could do it, but there were obvious mistakes across the whole cast. Maybe just an off night. I enjoyed myself.
Then the long and cold walk home. I'd taken the bus in, to avoid worrying about the car. I thought some evening exercise might brush the cobwebs out of my system. I think it brushed some of them out - the spiders remain.