Last night I was sat in a darkened auditorium for two hours watching Aled Jones, among others, sing about his feelings and prance around the stage with a commendable lack of self consciousness. This was Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, the sickly sweet musical with more spectacle than one human being can reasonably handle in one evening.
You're sat there thinking "Well yes, this is all very nice, the tunes are jolly, the sets are all big and colourful, and... LOOK, IT'S A BLOODY FLYING CAR!!" It doesn't matter how old you are, the overall affect is exactly the same. It's the only prop I've ever seen to get a spontaneous round of applause, and although you can see the mechanism if you look carefully enough, it's damn clever as it swoops and soars over the stage.
In other news, we have my mother in law visiting at the moment, so that's going to mean lots of trips out and about I expect, and plenty of big cooking sessions too(we always send her home with a selection of meals for her freezer). I'll make the most of it though, because we're getting a new kitchen very soon and in the week or so that it is out of action I will miss the simple pleasures of home cooking.
