Science Fiction, Double Feature

My legs ache today, because last night me and wifey went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show at Plymouth's Theatre Royal. Rocky Horror is 30 years old! We went 2 or 3 years ago the last time it was here, but we didn't dress up then and were completely unprepared - I got rice all down my shirt, and nicely sprayed by water-pistols. This time we kitted ourselves out in suitable attire and took water-pistols of our own, a bag of cheapy rice (we weren't going to chuck our basmati around after all) and bits of last Sunday's Telegraph. I went as Riff Raff (complete with wig and frock coat type thing), and Jo went as Columbia (complete with sparkly hat and cane). The first time in my life that I've worn make-up. We arrived about 20 minutes early, and were worried at first as no-one else seemed to be dressed up. It wasn't long before the place was heaving with weirdos though. A dazzling array of wigs, stockings, suspender belts, basques, glittery tops, bras and so on. I have great respect for the guy dressed (if you can call it that) as Rocky, wearing nothing but a gold g-string.

Unfortunately we had to hand in our water-pistols and rice. The acting company apparently didn't want people chucking stuff near the stage. Disappointing, especially as we'd bought the water-pistols just for the show, but a good time was had by all. Frank 'n Furter was camp even by Frank 'n Furter standards, which was slightly annoying at first but soon grew on me. Afterwards we went to the Bank (a pub, not a financial institution) and had some more wine (we'd already had some before the show, then some in the interval), then went home and had some bucks fizz. Hence the achey legs. My legs often ache next day if I've been drinking.

Ah, what a night. Now lets see, it's just a jump to left...