Undeterred by the slow uptake of our ill-fated manifesto for definite article reform, the blog has a new issue on which it demands urgent action. The shoddy state of the British encore.
The blog was lucky enough to see Guys and Dolls at the Picadilly Theatre last night. Great show. A grand night out all round. But where was the encore? What is going on in a world when a braying mob, dislocating its shoulders with the vigour of its applause, isn't rewarded with a reprise of Sit Down You're Rocking the Boat?
Then you see a gig by some fly-by-night band that insists on withholding the only tune that might get the crowd going for the encore. Or worse still, you see some wannabe Strokes in the back of a pub somehwere and they race back onto the stage for an unsolicited encore while you're queuing for last orders.
The rules are fairly simple: If the crowd is making copious appreciative noise, come back on stage and do a bit more. When they stop, you stop.
(For a more considered view of Guys and Dolls, the Observer review is here.)
