They kept the show on the road
THERE is a line in the Michael Frayn film that comes to mind at the moment. Constantly thwarted in his desire to get to a headmasters’ conference, John Cleese cries: ‘I can take the despair—it’s the hope I can’t stand.’ I rather feel that way about theatre’s attempt to return to normality. Just when it looked as if there was going to be a host of autumn re-openings, the curtain once again emphatically came down.
