Thrill in Delight! Gasp in Horror!

Well, here's a turn up.

I had a blog all primed and ready to publish when I read a comment on a post I wrote last week, in which I reviewed the Duns & District Amateur Operatic Society's production of Cinderella-ella-ella-ella (shakes fist at Rihanna).

The anonymous comment enquired as to whether I would be attending, get this, the "Hilarious live 1940s-style radio show", 'Cautionary Christmas Tales' at The Maltings, Berwick-upon-Tweed, because they would be interested in my feedback.

Well, I'm a sucker for anything promising to be 'hilarious'.  I'm first in the queue for a 'Carry On' movie or re-runs of 'Duty Free' or anything, in fact, with a whiff of Terry Scott or Sue Pollard.  I've had my eye on this production, torn between it and 'An Evening with Sir Donald Sinden' later on in the month.   Naturally, Sir Donny must triumph if the world is to continue spinning on its axis.

But of course, I'm easily persuaded.  It's why El Hombre married me, after all.  So, there I am, resolved to gasp, leer, and clench with the best of them at this vintage radio broadcast, when Most Beautiful reminds me that she has a performance this evening, the same time as 'Cautionary Christmas Tales'.

I should probably point out now that amongst all my other failings, I'm also a crap mother.

My dilemma was thus:

• Do I gorge on another intriguing offering from Miles 'The Milester' Gregory at The Maltings; do I succumb to the flattery of someone seeking my opinion — my opinion, guys — and thus elevate my status in my own needy eyes, or do I

• Sacrifice my own desires for those of Most Beautiful?

As I say, I'm a crap mother...

TBH, Most Beautiful isn't bothered whether I'm there or not, she's done that many performances she's something of a jaded professional.  Didn't stop her sticking the boot in though, oh no.

Me, all fox stole and cigarette holder,  "This could be, sweetie, my big break.  How thrilling!  Just think, dahling, you can say your mother's a theatre critic!"
Most Beautiful, "Yeah, one who doesn't watch her own daughter's performances."

Fair point, well made.  Now, if I can just raid her piggy bank for the ticket...