We dressed up and went to the bally. We had cocktails in the Eagle first then wine and antipasti in a cosy Italian cucina near Sadlers. Bravo show seats. Primo view. 12 lords a leaping, much clapping, him and him looking sooooooo good as the gay boys in the Cole Porter piece. Swamp was stunning (posh people actually do shout “bravo”). Tension and anxiety edged the troupe to a climax of four duets, all on stage at the same time, and all intermittently mirroring each other. Breathless I was. Super sexy evening.