Wild night out.

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We rarely go out to anything at night for a number of reasons, but principally because there is rarely anything we wish to go to. Tonight however we went to see a play in a sports centre, performed by a local amateur dramatic society. Oh dear. The actors were fine, although the females had loads of spark and moxie but not so the males who were so wooden and lifeless. The play itself was not to my taste, a fiction surrounding Charles Dickens involving three prostitutes. Far too much of a French farce for my liking, making light of adultery and prostitution. The seats were uncomfartable and the auditorium cold. An elderly gentleman behind me kept loudly asking his wife what was going on because he was deaf. The woman in front of me was a dead ringer for Miriam Margolyes, but nowhere nearly as foul-mouthed as she. I was so glad when it all came to an end, although it was a brave effort on the part of the actors and they deserved applause even if it was half-hearted.