I went to see The Gondoliers, by Gilbert and Sullivan, when I was at Pork University Ltd. It was considerably less fun than a barrel of monkeys who have been starved to death, allowed to turn gangrenous, grow maggots, infect the water system and start a cholera epidemic which kills 35% of the population of the UK.
So what did I do last night? I only took my son Pooky to see a production of this same lamentable nonsense. He loved HMS Pinafore, and I have this theory that to appreciate the more sophisticated forms of musical theatre, one needs a thorough grounding in its early stages of development. Hell, even I quite liked HMS Pinafore, even though the female romantic lead was old enough to be the male lead's grandmother and that was saying something.
You'll be pleased to know that, despite the passing of the years, The Gondoliers gets no less dreadful. Pooky fell asleep ten minutes before the end, which was merciful. I'd have joined him, only G&S gives me nightmares.
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