It's odd, in retrospect, my week consisted a great deal of having dinner with people and not in going out. I did go to one show, The Showstoppers up in Islington, but since the whole thing was fairly scripted by the West End Whingers (and not as fun as the previous one because of this), it wasn't really worth writing up in my book. I wonder if I'm getting lazier about my show write-ups, less dedicated to my hobby? It was all so much easier when it was just a few lines in my blog and not a six hundred word minimum opus.
That said, my review of the Hackney Panto beckons, as does breakfast, a shower, and a little housework. I'd really better get on it.