Holy Shit...

Opening night of another kind of Swanlake...the only 2  tickets left an hour before showtime were out of the budgeting reach...so we just hung out and watched the famous ones getting photographed...Dawn French royaly sauntered right by us...oh sweety Darling! (Insert AbFab youtube video of Patsy and Eddy raging in the red convertible with Stoliboli)...3 minutes before the bell we decided against the bus and just asked on the wee chance if any tickets were returned...and see, there were two...in our pricerange...we ran up the stairs and I am so glad I did not go to Tango...instead I saw the best thing of my life on stage...male swans broke my heart...brilliant (as they say here)