Oh, I definitely have to see Blithe Spirit after reading this article about our beloved J.B. Fletcher playing a martini-guzzling, ectoplasm-sniffing medium. I mean, I knew about the play and was excited about it, but I take this lengthy profile piece as a sign from the heavens that I should really go now (because it often takes supernatural intervention to get me out of the house). I only hope I'm halfway as awesome as she when I'm 83. Sigh...
Anyway, look for a poorly-informed theatre review soon. I'm no Waldo Lydecker but .... well, that's probably a good thing, actually.
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