I am exhausted. We have been home for a few hours after driving my new smallcar from Jozi. It was a hectic week up there with lots of fandamily drama and I have got tons of catching up to do as usual. I did manage to see Hairspray at the new theatre at Gold Reef City, which was quite cool. What a theatre it is, with tons of gold leaf and round balconies and a very plush red velvet curtain.

I am a huge moeggoe because I didn’t bring the programme home and I can’t remember anyone except Kate Normington‘s name. Now, although I write and direct musical theatre, the musical is not a favourite genre of mine. In fact, I really almost hate them. I enjoyed the original movie of Hairspray though, so I felt a little more comfortable with it. And I was really surprised at how much I liked this production. It is slick, warm, funny, subversive and very, very cute. And although I can’t remember more than a line of any song, everyone sang brilliantly and the choreography was very silly and jolly. The costumes and wigs were fabulous and the set was very effective and (the very fantastic MD Charl-Johan Lingenfelder told us) all moved on and off by hand! We saw the matinée and Wednesday night lead girl and she was totally fab. Actually, everybody was.

Even Big Friendly was a leetle impressed.

It does worry me that it wasn’t totally full (not at all nearly even) and that apparently the only thing doing well in Jozi is The (bloody) Lion King.