Picture it, a sultry night in sinful Soho and a pink twist on an old family favourite. Our penthouse pals treated us to a night at the theatre – a much appreciated welcome home gift. We took our seats at the Soho Theatre, artistic home to the innovative, the avant garde, the experimental and, sometimes, the plain bonkers. The intimate auditorium has a steep incline providing an unobstructed view of the snug stage and the bald spots in the rows below. The entertainment was Soho Cinders, a modern fable fit for the Grindr age. Think grubby spin doctor oiling the wheels, angelic rent boy trying to make an honest crust, clip joint sisters in pussy pelmets and ‘straight’ Tory politician knocking off the pretty boy on the side. The only Buttons on show were the ones on the punters who couldn’t keep their flies shut. It was fabulous. The score was full of fun and pathos, the lyrics were comically topical and the performances were bouncy and vital. The salacious sisters got my vote for the best lines. From one ugly trollop to the other:
You’re like a ten pin bowling ball – picked up, fingered and thrown back down the alley.
Cinders went to the glittery Ball and the rubber johnny fitted, giving a whole new meaning to the phrase ‘He’s behind you.’
I give you They Don’t Make Glass Slippers, one of the many splendid songs from the show.
Perking the Pansies 
Enjoyed the song – the rest of your description reminded me of a Jim Davidson Panto. Really funny once but didn’t warrant a second viewing. Hope this was better.
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You don’t get out much do you?
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Very nice song – and a good bit of fun too from the sound of it. And to think I will be in dear old London soon! Starting to look forward to it!
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I’m sure you’ll have a fab time and the old town could do with the money! 😉
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Huh! You forget that we are visiting from a poor “developing country” and the pound sterling is very strong compared to our crummy old dollar!! But we will do our best to spend a bit…
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Ahhh! The joys and pleasures at bthe end of the Fenchurch Street line.
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😉
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Sounds like a raucous evening of fun and frivolity!
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Trashy and edgy at the same time. A feel good show with a serious message.
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Painting the vivid picture, as always. I am not even going to attempt to google “pussy pelmets” and will let my imagination do the rest! But what is a clip joint? I stand before you, ignorant.
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It’s a term for a sleazy bar (and often hairdressers – more of this in a later post!).
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