On 4 cakes and whizz pops
MindReader and I are at the BFG.
We are surrounded by little people. They are constantly walking along the rows of the seats, so every few seconds we both have to stand up.
“Erm,” I say. And stop, and think quietly to myself.
I knew the BFG was a children’s book. And looking back I actually think I have seen this particular performance when I was about 11. And yet – I didn’t put two and two together that this might be a performance for children when I ordered it for MindReader’s birthday. Because it was his favourite book AS A CHILD.
I sigh. “Sorry about this,” I say, as the lights dim and some adults appear on the stage, doing that annoying shouty, stampy thing where they overact and pretend to be children but actually appear to be slightly stupid adults on acid.
“Baa baa black sheep,” MindReader sings under his breath.
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Hmm, your new layout seems kind of funereal – is it ’cause of Michael Jackson?
So, was the BFG good despite you being a little over the target age-group?!