Last night Stu and I went to see Privates on Parade – the Peter Nichols play with songs – at the Noel Coward Theatre in London’s glitzy West End.
The show had been getting 4 and 5 stars reviews and deservedly so. We loved it. It was funny, camp, thought-provoking and suitably evocative as it conjured up post-war Malaysian tensions and the real-life Combines Services Entertainment perfectly.
It also poked the right amount of fun at jingoistic colonialism to make its point without being overtly preachy.
Oh and there was lots of male nudity - which seems to be everywhere on the West End stage at the moment!