Picked up cheap seats to the matinee of a new production of Sweeney Todd. Every member of the cast played an instrument, every member of the cast could sing, most could manage to act. So there was no house band at all; they were their own little chamber orchestra. The sets were quite innovative, and I will never view the sound of liquid being poured into a bucket the same, ever again. As the reviewer for 'Time Out' put it, bloody marvellous, har har har. You know, Marianne Faithful and Nick Cave might do a really worthwhile production of Sweeney Todd.
If you're going to be in London and it's still running (Trafalgar Theatre, Studio 1), you really ought to go see it.
Today? Sweeney Todd, stupid Starbucks souvenir mug, checking email free (courtesy of the broken machine at the Trafalgar internet cafe), then Forbidden Planet. Perhaps some clubbing or Camden shopping in a bit.