Opera House Dash

More through another’s misguided generosity than our own design we had tickets for the Monday night show at the Grand Opera House in York, necessitating a fifty mile drive down the A19 after work, a ten minute scamper across the city from the car park, a sixty second decision on a Tex-Mex menu, an anxious forty minute wait for the chicken fajitas and a ‘prairie’ burger to arrive, and a ten minute wolfing down of the same when it did, all of which enabled us to then stroll into the adjacent theatre foyer as the three minute bell sounded; once in our seats the non-stop action shifted to the stage with an energetic performance of Jesus Christ Superstar - great words and music of course but the quality of singing was variable on the night, both from the cast (apart from Mary Magdalene who was spot on throughout) and me in the car on the long drive home.