I'm arguing with myself here. I lived for 25 wonderful years in Melbourne, loving the season changes[and the clothes that brought] the abundant theatre life, the architecture, the trams, the bogs, everything.
Now I live in Brisbane and this wonderful city on the river is emerging from a quiet country style city to a thriving metropolis that has now just announced another major theatre is to be built---what's NOT to like; and when the jacarandas are in full purple bloom-breathta
Sightlines at The Princess Theatre Melbourne are very good but there are posts supporting the dress circle--one either side I think in the back stalls.
The seats on the other hand are THE WORST. Flip down to sit, stand and they flip back and anything you have on your seat falls to the floor. Absolutely NO leg room, you MUST stand to let a person pass; no delicate knees to one side.
An absolute fortune is being spent on the stage but nothing on the auditorium.
God, I must have won the Gay trifecta--gay face, gay voice and dance like a gay. What's the prize?
73 years of absolute joyous living.
PS..I was supposed to SMOKE in a play and be serious [be serious!] and actually TALK with the thing hanging off my lip ! Smoke in my eyes, up my nose, spluttering, not pretty, and certainly NOT butch though I tried. But you should have seen the way I put that cigarette out--applause every performance.