Have you ever spent an hour and a half in a theatre full of eight-year-olds, all waving those ridiculous spinning light things you buy at bad pantomimes? That is how I spent my afternoon. I think this situation was made worse by the fact that I never got one of those ridiculous spinning light things when I was a child, so I am a little resentful of kids who have them.
Anyway, through no fault of my own, I found myself watching Spongebob Squarepants: the Musical. Yeah. Pity me.
The guy playing Spongebob was like Fred on acid, dressed in a yellow box. The girl playing Sandy (the squirrel, for those lucky few of you who have escaped this knowledge) couldn't do a Texan accent to save her annoying little life. I don't want to comment on the rest of the acting, as I am trying to detox my mind of all thoughts of it.
It was weird. It was scarily upbeat. It made me realise just how short the attention spans of children are. The best bit was the interval, when I got to stand in the ice cream queue with a load of irate parents and their hyper offspring bouncing around my knees (the offspring, not the parents).
On the plus side, I saw a really cute dress in this retro boutique in Liverpool which I might go back and get when I get money.
See you soon
<3
Currently reading: Everything Beautiful by Simmone Howell.
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