I’d missed out on every show I wanted to see at the Assembly Rooms on Monday afternoon, so I was a bit miffed. Everything was sold out, or cancelled, and I was looking for something else, but the clowning show the girl tried to sell me really didn’t really appeal.
“I’ve got one free ticket to a one-man show about Jesus?” she said. “It’s meant to be really good. He re-enacts the last supper using Star Wars figurines,” she enthused, before hastily reassuring me it was not sacrilegious. What a pity, I replied. “People either say that, or they are very reassured,” she laughed.
