Invitation to the Theatre

“Do you want to go and see Roy’s new play?” Thoughtful Man asked earlier today whilst sat at his computer. “He’s sent me Facebook message.”

the theatre

Roy is Thoughtful Man’s oldest friend. I’ve mentioned him before.

“Oh that would be great.” We hadn’t been out together in ages…

“When’s it on? What’s it about?”

“Have a guess.” Thoughtful Man grinned his evil smile at me. “It opens next week.” He turned back to his computer and employed Clicky to give me a clue.

Thoughtful Man bobbed his head in time to the music. He swiveled back round to look at me with laughing eyes. Of course I knew that Roy’s plays predominantly feature black characters.

“No… He’s never written a musical called ‘Gaye’?!”

 

“No, but it is set in the 80s.” Thoughtful Man winked at me. “It’s called ‘Soul‘.”

‘You had better tell me what I just walked into’

On April Fool’s Day 1984, hours before his 45th birthday, Marvin Gaye was shot dead by his father in the shared family home they called the ‘Big House.’ What happened there – and whether it was murder or suicide – has been shrouded in mystery since.

Revealing what really happened during Marvin Gaye’s haunting final days and celebrating his extraordinary life, Soul is a searing portrait of the pitfalls of the American dream. Not just the story of Marvin Gaye, but of many a musical icon whose family life has been crushed by the effects of their stardom.

“Soul?” That synced with a conversation I had with my friend Hugo on Twitter last night…

This is insanely brilliant

*I know, Click, but that’s another story.*

“It’s at the Hackney Empire.” Thoughtful Man chewed his lip and scanned the webpage. “Parking will be a bitch. we’ll have to go by train.”

I opened a new tab on my PC to goo girl details of the play. There’s a LoL post in this, I thought to myself.

goo girl doo tell Elizabeth Garrett Anderson
 

CLICKY: Talk of slapping sexuality, Doctor… who?

 

*Ha! Not Hackney but still East London. Nice catch, Clicky!*

Thoughtful Man suddenly burst into laughter. “Have you found it yet? Someone from Doctor Who is starring in it.”

Soul play cast
 

CLICKY: Mother of Dr Martha Jones

 

I'm loving it

*Me too, Clicky. And we have a trip to the theatre to look forward to as well. I think this calls for a Song*

 

With Knobs On

*Following Joe Public approval … Thanks … Click /giggle*

“Come and have a look at this!” chortled Thoughtful Man from across the room. I looked up, for I was bending over, having an interesting rummage though the programmes delivered last week. I was looking for one in particular. “Hmm?”

“You’ve got to see this”. He sounded excited, which doesn’t happen often, so best not avoided. Fortunately I’d found what I was looking for. Rising, I turned to see him leering and pointing at Elsa, the LoL computer. “It’s an old advert for WD-40”. WD40 advert “That can’t be real”. I said wiping a tear of mirth from my eye. As funny as it was, it couldn’t possibly be real.

“I shouldn’t think so. It’s on the internet.” He winked at me. “Although WD-40 was originally from ‘The Rocket Chemical Company’.” He winked again. Genuine or not, it had put him in a good mood. “And what were you looking for?” he said jovially, plucking the battered programme I was clutching from my hand. Dead Funny Programme 1994 “I don’t remember this one. Which one was this?” He thumbed through the pages before handing it back. “It was the one with the willy.” He stared back at me blankly. “Frankie and Benny” I continued but nothing was clicking except maybe confusion; I’d forgotten about our local bistro.

I explained that I’d just watched the Graham Norton show, which had featured Stephen Merchant promoting his new play, ‘The Mentalists’. He would have to get nude on stage and we’d seen extremely funny, dare I say ‘flapping’, nudity when we’d gone to see ‘Dead Funny’.

He looked at me knowingly. “Trust you to remember that”. “The funniest thing is that I saw the actor, David Haig, sometime after at London Bridge station, during rush hour.” I paused as a look of horror crossed his face. “Stood right next to him actually.”

“You didn’t?”.

“What? Compliment him on the acting abilities of his willy?” I smiled sweetly. Thoughtful Man shook his head, covered his eyes and sighed. Deeply. “Would I do something as crass as that?”.

I couldn’t see the squint but it was definitely there, behind his fingers. “I wouldn’t put anything past you woman.” He turned back to Elsa and started clicking. “Have a song”.