The Music of the (Monday) Night

That's right folks. I finally made it down to the West End, to Her Majesty's Theatre, along with Nye, who's just passing through London, to see the following musical:


I had seen it once, about 13 years ago when it was showing in Brisbane, whereas Nye had never seen it before. It was a fantastic showing, and one gains a sense of the heritage this musical has, having been shown in the same theatre every night for over 20 years. 20 years on, and it still packs out the theatre every night, with hundreds of people coming along to witness a great musical show.

While certain lyrics had changed somewhat, and the Phantom, although fantastic, was not quite up to the standard of the incomparable Michael Crawford, it was still a show well worth seeing.

It was good to catch up with a familiar face as well, and be reassured that everyone hasn't forgotten me, or isn't still coming down after the highs of the "Thank Fuck he's gone" parties that undoubtedly spontaneously erupted upon my depature. Nye's stay here is pretty short - he's jetting off to New York on Wednesday morning, but I'm reliably assured that Captain Irish, the protestant bastard extraordinaire will be sweeping me up in his cloverleaf wake off to Ireland, in order to brighten up Christmas by inflicting me upon his undeserving relatives.

Actually, to fit in I'll probably need to be hitting the Guinness by 8am, so maybe I'll be ok after all.

This weekend should be a cracker - got a gathering to attend at the Canadian Bar on Friday night for Nick of Badger fame, so should be a good night of Ice Hockey and Sleeman's honey malt beer. Saturday will see me at the Walkabout to watch what is sure to be another fiery clash between the Australians and the Kiwis in the Rugby League Tri-Nations, and I might even make it to somewhere touristy this weekend - depends on how wellied I get on Friday and Saturday.

May have to give it a miss in favour of spending a portion of my stash of sterling on winter clothing - the weather is getting to the point where it's becoming harder and harder to put it off.

On that chilly note, I bid you all farewell.