Last night Stuart and I went to see Opera Della Luna's comedic bit of operatic nonsense The Parson's Pirates at Wilton's Music Hall just off London's glitzy Cable Street.
We are in the village hall of St Michael’s-under-Ware and the local vicar is attempting to stage the ever-popular operetta The Pirates of Penzance. Only he doesn't have a cast. Yet.
It is an evening of naughty-cal adventure - awful punnery - and, yes, jokes about tit-willow and the like.
It is an evening of thuggery, muggery, and bugg… ok, you get the picture.
The first half was 'putting the band together' using lots of Gilbert and Sullivan's greatest hits to pull seemingly innocents from the audience (all plants). The second half was The Pirates of Penzance proper.
It was very funny. Very. We laughed our socks off. And beautifully sung.
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