



one woman's struggle to educate her silver-fox through a love of the theatre, film and his credit card.
Dame Judi appears with the help of a cane, though one that never caresses a bare buttock, a consequence of her spraining an ankle last week. One can only presume she was making a break for sanity and was injured when being wrestled to the ground by stage management.
Scouring the programme for a reason why the Dame lent her reputation to this painful experience, the Silver-Fox came upon this..
"Before I look at any play, I like to hear a vision for the piece. I need to be excited by other people's enthusiasm and so I start by listening to what the director has to say. When I finally read Madame de Sade, I realised I hadn't come across anything like it before."
I think we know what she's saying.
When the Marquis was finally announced to be at the door I was thinking, let it be Russell Brand! but the old bugger showed the greatest of taste in not appearing in this most unsexy piece about sex.
As the applause, and there was alot of it, died down a chap in front of us turned to his wife/companion and with a deathly finality said, "Well that's that then", and you just knew that she'd blown her chance of seeing the inside of a theatre for the rest of the year. Leaving, a woman behind us tapped me on the shoulder and said: "I noticed you were fidgeting a bit, what did you think of it?" I gave her my frank opinion, it didn't take long, she turned to her friend saying: "See it's not just me!"
Maybe there is a whole audience of people clapping like crazy each night all thinking that they were the only one to see that the Emperor had no clothes.