It is still really, really hot in the city and the humidity lies heavy. It is impossible to breathe properly and lethargy is common all around the park benches and in offices and on balconies.
We keep hoping for rain but apart from short bursts of showers, absolutely nothing happens. There's a deadness in my head that is only partly due to the heat.
And I've been reading Jim Carroll's Basketball Diaries which depressed me no end and yet filled me with hope for the of the future of the written word.


Good stuff has happened too:

Hedwig shook his angry inch at Heaven the other day in a great performance by David Bedella who was divine in a plethora of different ways. The small and tight venue suited Hedwig who must be the centre of attention, of course,and the songs and the story of Hedwigs journey were interspersed with quips and nods to current news items and even a karaoke moment with Hedwig taking (to) the audience up the aisle.


Then yesterday was the day of the great Ewan MacGregor all-singing, all-dancing extravaganza; Guys and Dolls was fabulous.
Sky Masterson was all swagger and sweetness, less ruthless, more decent than could have been. MacGregor is no Sinatra, so when he belts out Luck Be A Lady one does wish upon a Frank, but Ewan can sing, no doubt about it, and held his own in a group of generally much better singers.
Jane Krakowski was wonderful and she can churn out a song to make the audience go crazy in rapturous applause.

All the girls in the audience went ooh and aah when Ewan made his entrance and I'm just glad that someone invented the theatre binoculars so there were close-ups and cheeky grins and long, slow kisses- that Ewan, he sure knows how to suck face. (His American accent, on the other hand...)

All in all, an energetic, stylish, sexy production that was just about having a good time, and I, who have a natural suspicion towards musicals, was utterly charmed.
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