Had a great cultural experience last night.  Saw the London Gay Men's Chorus sing a show at Cadogan Hall.  Based around William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience, it was quite startlingly high-brow, but genuinely wonderful.  I'd recommend that you go see it, but last night was the final performance.

They sang Taverner and Vaughan Williams, a Kate Bush tune, Mack The Knife, 'Tis a Gift to be Simple, and - perhaps inevitably - I Feel Pretty.  Tremendous show, exceedingly well-sung and executed.  Also, incredibly moving.  Got a tear in my eye during Jersusalem, and not for excess patriotism.

I don't even mind that they sang my least favourite song of all time.  Seasons of Love from Rent (the show that only people who haven't seen it actually like).  It's that "Five hundred, twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes" song.  Makes me stomp on hamsters.

But I'll forgive them for that.  If you like excellent performances of terrific material, you really should check out the London Gay Men's Chorus, regardless of proclivity or inclincation.