I have a song for everything in London.
I see a bridge and think “London Bridge is Falling down.” I pass Covent Garden and hum “Wouldn’t it be Loverly?” from My Fair Lady. I walk in front of St. Paul’s and sing “Feed the Birds from Mary Poppins.”
And the journalism school doesn’t help by treating us to a West End play every Monday night.
Tonight, we saw Oliver! Though Dickens is verbose, the storybook sets, spirited Artful Dodger and Kerry Ellis’s heartfelt rendition of Nancy kept my interest piqued throughout the whole show. At the end of the show, I was giddy with excitement and babbled about “terrific stage blocking” and how “the cast stayed in character even into the wings.” (I had the urge to buy a plane ticket for my high school theatre director and fly her over to see it. Only my empty wallet stopped me.)
I spent the whole way home on the tube singing songs…and clutching my purse. Nothing like a musical about thieves to keep you on your toes!