The Real Thing

 I went to a matinee performance of the Tom Stoppart play The Real Thing. There was a group of teenage girls there who probably must’ve been doing the play for school studies because they were wearing school uniforms. There is a lot of risky dialogue in this play about two couples who are to put it mildly polyamorous. Anyhow, whenever there was a risky bit that came up there was huge laughs from this group of teenagers. It was at the National Theatre from which we sometimes are able to watch plays at the local at our cinemas.