Had recently been hyping up the show to my friend dear 'Davey' (eheheh), and decided to venture forth to the theatre on the day to grab hold of some lovely student standby tickets. I detest the fact that we can only get them an hour before the performance, as believe it or not, it's kinda stressful, hoping there'll be some left! It should be the day of the performance, cos it's a pain to go all the way into central London only to be turned away from a laughing box office (ok, so that's yet to happen to me......touch wood!). Busy busy, so we got 3 seats in the upper circle, just off centre. Close enough, and luckily, hardly any wobbling heads this time. Only problem was I was feeling terrrrrribly ill (migraine), and it hurt even to open my eyes - not exactly the best night to go to the theatre eh? During the interval, had to leave the obscenely long queue for the toilets, as the sound of all these upper middle class, half a century old ladies nattering at such a fast tempo made me feel ill ;)

Full cast, third time in a row that is, brilliant as ever. John Owen-Jones (the Phantom) must have his microphone turned up a few notches, as his voice seemed louder than ever that night (perhaps the only time ever that I couldn't fully appreciate his voice, as my head was throbbing even more painfully than ever!). Hey, and maybe I'm just really stupid (!!) but I only just noticed his Italian accent in 'Point of No Return' for the first time, I swear it was never that strong.... My sister and I had 'hyped up' the Phantom's weapon to David, who was a little disappointed with it. Ok ok, so it's just a stick with firebolts that come out of the end, but think of its uses! David said, I quote, "I thought it was gonna be a plasma cannon or something!" Yeah, a-and a rocket, with missiles and an atomic bomb strapped to the side ;D But David was right that it's uses would be for zapping annoying people on front who keep leaning foward.

Special mention to the poor workers in there, who I'm surprised never lost their voices due to screaming, "No cameras! No photos!! No leaning foward!!!" No breathing! I don't think there's anything wrong with taking photos before the show starts....But do what a friend of mine does, and sketch an image of the theatre inside if you're desperate to remember it!