We went to the theatre last night. First we ate at a pizza/pasta place—slightly upscale, but not frou-frou. Bruschetta with grape tomatoes…bruschetta with goats’ cheese and a salad with a honey-mustard dressing with an actual kick…pizza with mozzarella, goats’ cheese, red Leicester, and gorgonzola…pizza with proscuitto and fresh spinach…a bottle of white wine…

Anyway, then we saw “The Pirates of Penzance”, because Anthony Head was playing the Pirate King. Whee! Just couldn’t pass up something like that. I didn’t embarrass myself by singing along too loudly (I can’t decide if I remember more than I ought to or less than I should—after all, it was 20 years ago that I was in the thing. Eep.). I don’t think it was the best venue for AH’s excellent voice—during the songs with Ruth and Frederick (what do you call that? A triet?), his was the hardest to hear. Actually, the songs seemed pitched low for a lot of the cast. Nonetheless, he seemed to be having an absolute blast. They did some odd tweaking to the plot (setting the whole thing as a Victorian revue on a pier, with the “daughters” being a troupe of dancers who stripped down to corsets and bloomers), but overall it was great fun.

I didn’t realise until we got here that AH’s run as Captain Hook in “Peter Pan” was still going on—but it’s fewer showings, and thus we can’t see it. Phooh.

Tonight, unless plans suddenly change, we’re going to see “We Will Rock You” (Queen and Ben Elton writing). Apparently, what Styx’s “Kilroy Was Here” _should_ have been (many of us always thought it should have been a stage production).