Wednesday, March 23, 2011

"I dislike musicals on an industrial level." -J. Clarkson

Add this to the list of things Jeremy Clarkson and I agree on. (We disagree strongly on Porsche's however).

Yes this article is over a year old but its not any less funny because of that.

From the article:
My youngest daughter was adamant. For her birthday treat she wanted to see the stage version of Mamma Mia!. In other words, she wanted me to drive her 70 miles to London. To find a parking space. To have a horrible lunch from the kids’ menu. And then she wanted to go to a stage play in which people burst into song for no reason.......

..................Why don’t we go skiing? Why don’t we spend a month in Mustique and you can have as many milk shakes as you like? Would you like a car? A rhino — you like animals? Your own air force? Anything? Anything. Just not Mamma Mia!. I sank to my knees. I pleaded. I whimpered. I begged. But it was all hopeless. She wanted to see people bursting into song for no reason.

Of course, when you are dreading something on this level, it’s never as bad as you think it’s going to be. I consoled myself with that thought as I drove to London, found a parking space, had a horrible lunch from the kids’ menu and then headed listlessly, like a cow on the way to slaughter, to the theatre.

Where there was a surprise in store. It was, indeed, just as bad as I’d feared and in places it was quite a bit worse.

I don’t see the point of the story at all. A woman had slept with three men at some point in her drug-addled past and now the daughter was determined to find out which one was her dad. Get a DNA test done, love, and spare us the misery. But no, she invites them all to a party at her mum’s gaff in the land of the Shirley Valentine and ... I’m not going to give away the ending because I was in a taxi when it happened......

Article in its entirety ->

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