You’d Have To Be Nuts
It must be Christmas, there are jingly commercials on TV and a few austere miserable-looking Christmas displays in town, and oh, here’s the Nutcracker again.
It seems there are a handful of entertainments that will never, ever go away no matter how hard you pray they will – Dracula, Sherlock Holmes, Batman, Ebenezer Scrooge, the Phantom of the Opera (all males, isn’t that strange?) and one boring ballet that deserves a bullet, trotted out in a dozen different versions so that every middle-class girl in the whole of the country can be dragged to it by a mother who bitterly regrets not pursuing ballet lessons at school and having Daddy buy her a pony instead which they had to get rid of when they moved to a smaller house because Daddy lost his job in the city.
Yes, it’s quite nice, but even Tchaikovsky’s greatest fans admit that ‘The Nutcracker’ could do with a rest. But of course it’s a brand, not a ballet, and brands sell. I daresay ‘Harry Potter – The Musical’ is just around the corner. Kill me now.
Never one to be too negative, though, there are some fun Christmas staples to be enjoyed in London this year, including the Great Christmas Pudding Race in Covent Garden, Bad Santa’s Grotto, Duckie’s Copyright Christmas @ the Barbican, a dozen pop-up ice rinks and Christmas cinemas, and the annual Torture Garden Christmas party.