Tuesday, 12 November 2013
I sometimes feel guilty about the workload I place on St Jude, patron saint of hopeless cases ...
Who procured the ticket, even when I knew the show was completely sold out
And the rainy-night cab that deposited me outside the theatre with exactly 90 seconds to spare, which is just enough time to collect said ticket and beg for a glass of water to get my breath back.
It was a memorable performance. There's a trailer here.