Some of the audience were the best dressed and the most exotic, over six foot high before you added 7 inch heels, with designer frocks and startlingly perfect make up and worthy of a show all by themselves. I have to confess I have not been into drag but seeing these figures of perfection, tall, elegant and striking, I could be, for the sheer artistry.
The Dumb Waiter is a quintessential early Pinter play from 1960, one that feels almost Beckettian if not absurdist. It is set in a room, a situation with bags of sinister mystery with just two players. I always think of what the French writer Jean Anouilh said about Waiting for Godot on seeing Beckett's play for the first time in Paris in 1953. "Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful."
The permutations are endless and the audience are asked to text or twitter in a scenario in which to set the musical and the name of a favourite musical to select a style.