I knew the name ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’, but had seen nothing of it before tonight, when I went to a performance with another angry nerd. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened next.
Suffice it to say it was fabulous, and everyone assured me the live performance is so much better than the movie. I’ll take their word for it, but I…
I gues I’ll leave it at that. Those who have seen it are no doubt nodding along with my profound analysis, while the others are wondering what they are missing.
I’ll leave you with this: There was a poster for the Puppetry of the Penis outside the theatre, and I think sitting in the front row of that performance, craning to see every detail, would be less homoerotic than watching Rocky Horror Picture Show again.
V tired, so I will drink my tea and go to bed like a good 12 year old, and what is this.