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Post by shady23 on Oct 26, 2016 20:53:38 GMT
Right before the start of Side Show tonight, two guys sat next to me who were clearly involved in the production/direction, armed with pencils and notepads, so I steeled myself for an evening of whispers and pencil scratching. Turns out they were perfectly quiet and well-behaved, a nice surprise. However, what was very distracting was the thin, clingy grey sweatpants on the one closest to me. Made it hard to keep my eyes on the show! Were his sweatpants fixed together by safety pins too? |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 9:47:03 GMT
Was set behind quite a tall guy at Beautiful last Saturday who kept moving around in his seat and turning his head to chat to the person next to him, which started to irritate me after a while because it was messing with my view.
Also, an elderly man in the row behind me felt the need to exclaim really loudly whenever a song was performed that he recognized, even a few minutes into the song when everyone was quiet and listening to the song.
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Post by carriesparkle on Oct 28, 2016 11:16:56 GMT
School of Rock last night. Family with two small children who were bored out of their minds and really should have been taken home to sleep.
Also, middle-aged couple who kept repeating every punchline or phrase they felt was funny, chuckling with inordinate self-satisfaction. Irritatingly one of the words they insisted on parroting was "Schneebly".
Every.
Single.
Time.
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 29, 2016 12:50:52 GMT
Last night, Royal Opera House, Anastasia. My husband's wrist kept lighting up.  Could this be the first Fitbit-sited divorce? Watch this space..........  |
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Post by 49thand8th on Oct 29, 2016 15:27:50 GMT
Ugh. I sat in front of a guy at Phantom whose smartwatch kept lighting up whenever he applauded.
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 29, 2016 16:13:42 GMT
Ugh. I sat in front of a guy at Phantom whose smartwatch kept lighting up whenever he applauded. ...but at least you weren't married to him (I presume!)  |
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Post by 49thand8th on Oct 29, 2016 16:36:57 GMT
Ugh. I sat in front of a guy at Phantom whose smartwatch kept lighting up whenever he applauded. ...but at least you weren't married to him (I presume!) Absolutely not. What did you do to your husband, then? Or his wrist? |
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Post by duncan on Oct 29, 2016 16:38:54 GMT
Bevvied ladies at the Full Monty last night, Stalls, spent the first 10 minutes whooping and hollering EVERYTHING with repeated yells of "GET EM OFF" before being told by someone to shut up. A you shut up situation then followed for a few minutes and then more schreeching and shouting at every leaden line. We then had a rather loud discussion somewhat along the lines of "Did this happen in the film, I dont remember the film".
Finally an irate attendee rather loudly told them to put a large sock in it and an argument ensued with the staff finally intervening after a punch was allegedly thrown, for the rest of the first half we could hear during the quiet moments on stage the off stage drama continuing in the foyer at the rear of the stalls. Come the interval and the bevvied ladies were escorted from the premises.
Probably more entertaining than what was on stage! Poor performance from the staff at the Kings though.
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Post by Tibidabo on Oct 29, 2016 17:02:12 GMT
...but at least you weren't married to him (I presume!) Absolutely not. What did you do to your husband, then? Or his wrist? Lucky you! Daughter texted steward friend at interval telling him to come over and tell her dad off! That threat seemed to work pretty quickly, or it might have simply been that people stopped emailing husband begging him to save the world (or whatever life-and-death important thing he does.....not!) on a Friday night......was probably footie scores if I'm honest. Who cares? It was much more fun watching someone do an Ed Balls with a principal dancer of The Royal Ballet! Whooopsie! |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 9:08:40 GMT
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Post by shady23 on Oct 30, 2016 10:38:58 GMT
Before the show at Mary Poppins last night there was a lady being sick repeatedly in a carrier bag in the crowded foyer. I think she was genuinely ill, not drunk, but she was right by the front doors. Why didn't she go outside so we didn't have to witness this wonderful pre show entertainment?
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Post by stanne on Oct 30, 2016 22:07:06 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 22:22:30 GMT
Some lunatic burbling away at the back during No Man's Land on Thursday. I think they might have been translating the more difficult bits for somebody. I was in row Q and there appeared to be some sort of alcove behind Row R, where the burbler was lurking.
They started up not long after curtain up and were gently shushed by those nearby. Started up again a few minutes later, at which point the people nearby and about half of Row P shot round in their seats and hissed a very loud "Shhhh!" I imagine even McKellen and Stewart must have been impressed by their vocal projection!
Whoever it was started up again about five minutes from the end and totally ruined McKellen's speech by distracting everybody near the back. Usher appeared at the cue of "Shhh!" but I think was unable to spot the culprit, despite the bloke next to me gesticulating energetically and repeatedly hissing, "In there!" which didn't exactly help the concentration...
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Post by PhantomNcl on Oct 31, 2016 9:54:09 GMT
Before the show at Mary Poppins last night there was a lady being sick repeatedly in a carrier bag in the crowded foyer. I think she was genuinely ill, not drunk, but she was right by the front doors. Why didn't she go outside so we didn't have to witness this wonderful pre show entertainment? Damn, I missed that one! |
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Post by bee on Oct 31, 2016 11:04:42 GMT
Before the show at Mary Poppins last night there was a lady being sick repeatedly in a carrier bag in the crowded foyer. I think she was genuinely ill, not drunk, but she was right by the front doors. Why didn't she go outside so we didn't have to witness this wonderful pre show entertainment? Maybe she forgot to take her "spoonful of sugar"? I have seen a few shows that made me want to throw up afterwards, but never beforehand. |
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Post by 49thand8th on Oct 31, 2016 16:34:36 GMT
Cremains don't smell!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 17:41:24 GMT
At least it was ashes, and he didn't drag a corpse in and hoy it into the pit.
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Post by daisydaisy on Oct 31, 2016 18:12:26 GMT
can anyone explain to me why taking shoes off is considered bad etiquette?
I get it if people have smelly feet - but surely that's more a question of any bad body odour. if I can't smell their feet I don't mind. on a similar vein I don't mind if people eat and drink provided I can't smell their food or hear them or their wrappers, I appreciate that people sometimes rush to the theatre after a busy working day with no chance to eat. I don't resent it if someone falls asleep, provided they don't snore or dribble on my shoulder - all I ask of my fellow theatregoers is that they don't interfere with my enjoyment.
I await enlightenment...
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Post by 49thand8th on Oct 31, 2016 18:47:28 GMT
can anyone explain to me why taking shoes off is considered bad etiquette? I get it if people have smelly feet - but surely that's more a question of any bad body odour. if I can't smell their feet I don't mind. on a similar vein I don't mind if people eat and drink provided I can't smell their food or hear them or their wrappers, I appreciate that people sometimes rush to the theatre after a busy working day with no chance to eat. I don't resent it if someone falls asleep, provided they don't snore or dribble on my shoulder - all I ask of my fellow theatregoers is that they don't interfere with my enjoyment. I await enlightenment... I think it's more of a Western-culture ickiness toward bare feet unless you're playing on the beach, on a lawn, or at home. You just don't show those in public. And I don't want to look at a pair of feet and wonder if/when I'm going to be assaulted with the smell in a few seconds. I'm also mostly okay with eating if you do it quietly and/or only during intermission, but most people can't be held to that, so I definitely don't encourage it. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2016 19:15:25 GMT
I don't mind if people eat and drink provided I can't smell their food or hear them or their wrappers, I appreciate that people sometimes rush to the theatre after a busy working day with no chance to eat. I don't resent it if someone falls asleep, provided they don't snore or dribble on my shoulder - all I ask of my fellow theatregoers is that they don't interfere with my enjoyment. Very few foods are genuinely low-odour, and if you like a type of food — and presumably if you're eating food it'll be food you like — then you'll find the smell mild and pleasant, but that won't be true of people around you. I struggle to stay in the same room as someone eating pizza or anything with vinegar, because to me the stench of cooked cheese or acetic acid is an all-consuming repugnancy that overwhelms everything else. Someone dipping into a packet of salt and vinegar crisps may be aware of the smell and think it inoffensive, but I'll be on the point of vomiting if I can't get away from it. (I even struggle with picking up an empty packet of salt and vinegar crisps if it blows into my garden because I can't bring myself to touch it, I'm that revolted by it.) |
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Post by 49thand8th on Oct 31, 2016 19:20:20 GMT
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Post by londonmzfitz on Nov 1, 2016 9:20:52 GMT
Prompts a thread :
Which Theatre Deserves Your Ashes
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 10:17:13 GMT
I don't know about my ashes, but I'd like to haunt a theatre when I die. Preferably somewhere like the National, where I'd get to see a constantly changing array of shows. Just imagine having your eternal spirit tethered to St Martin's or the Theatre Royal Haymarket!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 10:20:24 GMT
Alternatively imagine accidentally haunting a space that then got taken over by Punchdrunk (or similar) accidental theatrical ghost that nobody could figure out whether you're part of the show or not!
Personally I'd also want to haunt the NT or similar. Or perhaps hell is being stuck forever watching Lion King or Mousetrap for all eternity?
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Post by profquatermass on Nov 1, 2016 11:07:12 GMT
Alternatively imagine accidentally haunting a space that then got taken over by Punchdrunk (or similar) accidental theatrical ghost that nobody could figure out whether you're part of the show or not! Personally I'd also want to haunt the NT or similar. Or perhaps hell is being stuck forever watching Lion King or Mousetrap for all eternity? A member of my family had quite a bit of his ashes scattered in the NFT though I imagine they got hoovered up fairly quickly. It wasn't done quite so publicly though... |
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