(On Offenbach)
‘I think I get the idea,’ interrupted May. ‘Presumably it all ends in tears.’
‘No, it ends with the cancan. A real trouser rouser, sends you home with a song on your lips and a lump in your drawers. In those days, the stage used to be lit with floats, oil wicks that were floated [...]
Published on December 18, 2013 00:18