Last weekend we went to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night time… a little Christmas treat from my pal.
The plot was about a young boy with autism who was trying to find the killer of his neighbour’s dog- Wellington, and we were all drawn in to his life story and gripped by his tenacity and methodical approach to the world. This was a real thought provoking play with sad bits, random shit, and a cute labrador puppy at the end to help take your mind away from the incessant crying.
While I was there though, I was drawn to a number of other curious incidents..
The curious incident of the 70 year old Usherette with Tuberculosis
As I said this was a play that required attention..there were moments of powerful silence where you could hear a pin drop….well…you could if ‘old Sylvia’ from the grand circle could control her whooping cough. Ironically the pensioner who was paid to make sure people were not talking or disrupting anyone’s experience sat dying in the corner….disrupting everyone’s experience. Oh we did laugh…
The Curious Incident of the Tongue and Grooved Theatre
I have never been to Aylesbury Theatre, and unlike Drury Lane, it offered a much more modern motif with a sea of wooden cladding that gave the feeling of being in a scandinavian sauna. Luckily the heat was turned right down…although if we had thrown a bucket of menthol on the coals, then Sylvia may have been able to clear her chest.
The Curious Incident of the overweight gay and the pretty lesbian
I’ve never met a real one… but a couple of rows in front of us, there was a gay boy with a stomach to his knees and the arse the size of Belgium. Sat next to him was a beautiful petit lesbian (an oxymoron in ordinary circumstances). It’s usually the other way round…but no the bloke was a dog and the dyke was a babe.
We had a great night with good friends and a lovely McDonalds to wash it down on the way home.