Worst musical experience?
Phantom of the Opera at the Alhambra in Bradford. What's that awful noise and why has that plonker got a fucking plate stuck to his face?
Remeber giggling at this the other night when I was strung out on something. Came back to check it was real. It is, and again I feel strangely elated. Answers the question: "whippets, what are they for?" They're for laughing at innit.
Just finishing John Irving's latest, "Until I find You". Fascinating read; still 'imagining truly' even when his main character lives in a 'unreal' world. Not his best (that would be 'Cider House Rules', 'Owen Meaney' or 'Garp' depending on mood), but worth a look.
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