I do like musicals. See. There, I said it. And I don’t care (actually, I do care a little bit, so please don’t judge me!). There was a time when I could recite every word from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (except the boring love song in the middle of course). I think one of the first musicals I was taken to see was Star Light Express down in London. I remember how myself and my younger brother...

An old staff member was putting on a bit of an Am-Dram production at her college. She asked if I wanted to come along, so how could I refuse? Armed with my fellow culture vulture (also a Brit) we got tickets and waited with intrepidation. That’s until I found out the play was about women empowerment. I then looked forward to it with a certain amount of dread, convinced I would come out at the...