For those cro magnons out there who still regard theatre, and especially musical theatre, as one endless, over-the-top, campfest for homosexuals, well, okay, sometimes you're right.

Saw La Cage Aux Folles at the Menier Chocolate Factory, and loved every spangled minute of it.  Yes, after reporting my delight at all the sniffy, serious theatre I've been seeing (all true), there's still room to love a big-hearted show about trannies.  Douglas Hodge is great, so's the chorus, and you should have just heard the gently grey-haired matinee audience when Una Stubbs came on:  "*whisper whisper* it's Una Stubbs, I love Una Stubbs *whisper whisper*".

It seems I'm still young enough to not know two things: that "I am what I am" actually came from a show and that I haven't the foggiest idea who the hell Una Stubbs is.

Next week, I'm back to sniffy theatre with the new David Hare at the Royal Court.  Also, I'm currently:  1) bummed that Hilary won NH (she can't win, Obama can), 2) bummed that Green Bay beat Seattle, 3) reading Gods Behaving Badly by Marie Phillips, and 4) falling behind on watching the complete Sopranos on More4.  Oh, and yes, still working on that second draft...