Saw Noises Off in the Old Vic last night. It was brilliant. Pure, undiluted, trousers-dropping silliness executed with awe-inspiring craftmanship and energy. This by the same guy who wrote Copenhagen, a play we saw quite a few years ago and loved, but a different thing altogether. In any case, I didn't expect to laugh as hard as I did, at things such as a bag and box being on stage when they shouldn't have been. "They've *both* not gone!"
It's moving to the west end from March 24th. Heartily recommended.