Daisy Pulls It Off…
Wednesday night seems to have become theatre night what with Taboo, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Liza. In fact this year I’ve been to theatre more than in the whole of last year. It’s been a conscious decision mind you to act like a town mouse a bit more.
So last night I went with Roger, Kevin and Vicky to go and see Daisy Pulls It Off at the Lyric Theatre, Shaftsbury Avenue. It’s a revival of the jolly hockeysticks 1980 production bringing back David Gilmore (no, not that David Gilmore) as the director.
It’s a simple tale of Daisy Meredeth arriving as the first scholarship pupil at the exclusive Grangewood School for Girls in 1925. With the writer’s (Denise Deegan) tongue set very firmly in her cheek we get to witness Daisy and her chums running around in gym-slips using words like “spiffing”,“rotters”,“beastliness” and “fearful scrapes”.
The plot is a suitably ludicrous tale of high jinxes, sporty endeavours, girly crushes and hidden treasure. Yet funnily enough it is actually all rather touching. The girls seem to go round in twos: a master and an apprentice. Sound familiar?
Both the staging and acting are universally superb and we were in fits of laughter throughout. It’s good old fashion fun. A simple idea very well done.
Roger and I (being the dirty-minded people that we are) couldn’t help but pick up on some of the unintentional (?) double-entendres that seemed to pepper the script. Others claimed to have not heard them but how else can you explain the lines, “She’s such a tight muff” and ”As we were walking along the cliff tops with the storm raging around us the waves were tossing themselves up so much we could taste the salt on our lips”?
Ok, just our dirty minds then.