Just like Cinderella

09.10.11. 

We've just been to see Bugle Boy at the Garrick Theatre. It was a one-night only showcase performance of a sort of review, which tells the life story of Glen Miller. Its USP is that it features a full big band, who were extraordinary. 

The eponymous hero was being played by our friend Ian, and he was perfect in the role. The script needs a bit of work to make it sound a little less like (as Nathan put it) "someone reading the Glen Miller Wikipedia page," but it's obviously a show which, marketed correctly, ought to put bums on seats, and it was such a treat to hear the music being played so fabulously.

Earlier on we went for a walk with Fiona, who told us a few shocking stories about Leona Lewis, winner-of-the-X-Factor-turned-mega-monster. It's such a shame to hear she's started behaving like a tragic mini-diva. She always seemed rather down to earth. I suspect she realises her career is taking a nose dive and has started kicking off; "does no one know who I think I am?" I also suspect that over-night stardom without any form of hard-grind creates kids with egos the size of the auditoria they're suddenly performing in, and massively inflated senses of their own importance. Still, she'll have a lifetime of obscurity in which to learn humility, so that's alright! That kind of behaviour wins countless enemies, who will eventually find a choice moment to deliver the fatal blow! 

Wednesday October 9th, 1661, and Pepys took his theorbo to be mended.  I'm told a theorbo was/is a type of lute with a "double peg box", which implies it came/comes with a fair number of strings.

Pepys spent the afternoon in the company of two beautiful women. He wined them, dined them, took them to the theatre and made sure they got home safely. What a gent, though God knows his  motives can't have been entirely honourable!