Monty Python’s Spamalot, Palace Theatre, London
Wow. Two ‘shows’ in a row. I’m in danger of fulfilling my destiny as a naturalised Wellingtonian, and getting into theatre, and donning a whack hat full-time. Fair do though – this is Python! Sure, they finally pulled of a (triumphant) full reunion just this year, but when this musical bish-bash-bosh of ‘The Holy Grail’ story hit town, after a hugely successful run on Broadway we were not going to miss it. I had never been in any of the theatres around this area, though I used to walk past them almost daily… and drink nearby very often. The Palace Theatre is especially well placed in Soho, right on the corner of Shaftesbury Ave and Charing Cross Road, and inside it felt a very intimate space – we didn’t have super expensive seats, but I thought we were really close. Close enough to see all the actor’s faces very clearly - way better than at the Little Britain or League of Gentlemen shows. It was a mad, mad show with amazing sets and song & dance routines that seemed to defy the small space. I think elaborate is a fair word, though I am sure that Terry Gilliam’s art style originally started in the 60s under budgetary constraints for materials & time, whereas now is still looks fantastical. In jokes about show biz, audieance participation, Tim Curry as King Arthur, Knights who say “Ni!”, Trojan Rabbits and Can Can Dancers. Just your average night out really. Awesome. Jig to “Knights of the Round Table”.