Last Friday Stuart and I went to see the wonderfully romantic play Beautiful Thing at The Sound Theatre in London's glitzy West End. Our seats were called 'premier seats' which meant we were so close we were all but on the stage. Stu, the wag, egged me on to get into their bed at one point. Tee hee.
Jonathan Harvey's tale of love blossoming between two teenage boys in a Thamesmead council block still retains all the humour and emotional clarity that it did when the original opened over ten years ago. Ste loves football. Jamie is in love with Ste. Ste gets hit by his Dad. Jamie is at odds with his Mum. But this is a fairy story in every sense so it all comes right in the end. Despite being very familiar with the story it actually made me cry. But it wasn't the love that set me off. It was the domestic violence.
So it perhaps goes without saying that I thought the acting was great, the music sublime and the production fitted the small theatre perfectly well. Shame to hear then that The Sound Theatre is soon to be closed to make way for a shopping complex, hotel and casino.