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Belters and bohemians: Opera Locos @Sadlers_wells

At the start of the Opera Locos performance, the announcement says that they really are singing. You could be forgiven for wondering that, given the amplification turns up the backing track and the voices so loud that you can't always tell what's real. But this is a mostly harmless and slightly eccentric blend of opera classics fused with the occasional pop classic. However, recognising the pop tunes would help if you were over a certain age. The most recent of them dates back twenty years. It's currently playing at the Peacock Theatre .  Five performers play out a variety of archetype opera characters. There's the worn-out tenor (Jesús Álvarez), the macho baritone (Enrique Sánchez-Ramos), the eccentric counter-tenor (Michaël Kone), the dreamy soprano (María Rey-Joly) and the wild mezzo-soprano (Mayca Teba). Since my singing days, I haven't recognised these types of performers. However, once, I recall a conductor saying he wanted no mezzo-sopranos singing with the s

Scenes from shopping on Shaftsbury Avenue

Dead bird on a wire... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Scenes from Waterloo station

Under the clock... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Scenes from the Midnight Eucharist Christmas Eve

At St Pauls Cathedral... Contrary to what the camera captures the view was not that bad... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Scenes from the backstage...

Waiting for the act two call... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Hot News this week in London...

Fears Grow For Doctor Who , originally uploaded by LinkMachineGo . Not only has David Tennant missed his star turn in Hamlet due to a back injury, he may not be able to finish that silly TV show ... Oh the humanity...

Scenes from a final tech rehearsal...

Almost time... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Life in London: Grandpa dies in Brisbane

In a week of final rehearsals for a sellout Christmas Concert , loads of Christmas parties and the odd bit of theatre , I received word from Australia that my grandfather (Pa) passed away. He was getting ready to go out on Saturday night when it happened. At 86 he was still was able to go out with my grandmother to a local football club, have a bottle of wine, a meal and a gamble and get home at a rather late hour... All of which sounded awfully sensible to me. It is always an experience being 10,000 miles away from the rest of your family, but apart from the people around me (you know who you are), what keeps me upbeat is thinking of his sense of humour and his knack of winding people up. I would like to think that I carry on this tradition. When someone says they didn't sleep well last night, I reply, "Well I slept well. I had a clear conscience". Thanks for that one Pa. It gets a reaction every time...

scenes from a dress rehearsal

It's like a washing powder commercial... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Theatre: In A Dark Dark House

I had been warned that In A Dark Dark House , currently playing at the Almeida Theatre is a disturbing sort of show. So I figured it was only fitting to be the final show for Adrian to see before he left the UK. I had been in a rehearsal all day and was a little exhausted after that, and Adrian was returning from a few days in Manchester, so something interesting and a little controversial by Neil LaBute was bound to keep us interested. While we waiting for the show to start we could at least take in the fantastic production design. The Almeida always seem to create the most fantastic realistic looking gardens and grasses and this was no exception. After a slow start, the play really started to unfold, somewhat sneakily, into another realm... Which also included a mini-golf course. This is a play about sexual abuse and two brothers reliving their unhappy childhood. But it was told from an interesting perspective and there are such terrific performances it is worth catching. All told

Theatre: Wig Out

When friends visit from Australia I find that I see a lot more musicals in the West End. Adrian was in town from Melbourne this week and as a fan of musical theatre I knew that at some stage this week it would end up like this. And it did. I ended up seeing Avenue Q (which in its third year is still fun , but a little lacklustre and the Tuesday evening performance this week had some pretty poor puppeteering), and Zorro (enjoyable sort of panto with the music of the Gypsy Kings and well-shaved gypsies). Bearing this in mind, I was determined to mix it up a little as well. So last weekend I took Adrian to the Royal Court's production of Wig Out by Tarell Alvin McCraney . This is an entertaining and slick production. While music features prominently in the story about competing drag houses in New York, it is no musical. It seems that for the characters in this play, the motivation for doing drag was that their grandmother wore a wig. Who knew that grandmother's could cause s

on the underground Tuesday

'tis the season for matching beanies... Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Food: the soft option

With a sausage at Breads etc . Hmmm Posted via email from paulinlondon's posterous

Theatre: A Little Night Music

I was a bit worried about seeing A Little Night Music on Sunday. Well, the last time I went to see a Trevor Nunn show it all ended in disaster (although I ended up with seats with lots of space around me). This time at least I was certain that the material he had to work with was much better. But still, I was a little bit worried. It was less to do with the show and more to do with the company I was with. After having lunch with the Whingers , John and a few others, our party of ten to see it was in a very silly mood. The two bottles of non-cheap red wine consumed over lunch may have had something to do with it. There was so much banter that anything was a target and everything was hilarious. The production team sat in the row in front of us, taking notes using pens and little notepads looking like they were waiters. John suggested we ask Trevor to take our order for a couple of lattes for the interval. Yes, it was set to be a silly afternoon. Fortunately all the banter stopped whe

Overheard in Sainsburys

Woman on mobile: And yeah well then I says to him, I says to him... I think he was right outtaorda... I think he was right outtaorda... And then I says to him, I says to him... He's a bully...

Rehearsals: the view from the back

Ready for movement... And two weeks to showtime ... Posted by email from paulinlondon's posterous