Last night I witnessed a packed house at Liverpool's Royal Court Theatre give a standing ovation to 'Scouse of the Antarctic,' a crude piece of nonsense that contained a couple of talking polar bears and a foul-mouthed snowman fond of addressing his fellow cast members with the immortal words: "hey knobhead."
It was hardly Olivier. Hell it wasn't even Sid James.
The week before, following the English National Ballet's scintillating performance of 'Swan Lake' in the same city, but a handful of people were on their feet at curtain fall.
I guess in the end we get what we deserve don't we? So Gawd only knows what else awaits us here in Merseyside.
Review to follow here and at The British Theatre Guide.co.uk