King Kong

 

My son has a toy monkey that used to travel everywhere with him.

Monkey (for that is his very original name) would have amazing adventures and many a time we have been regaled by tales of his shenanigans and wild exploits .

Monkey apparently used to sneak my son in to a pub to see bands.

Monkey even has a punk song written about him.

So when we went to watch the musical production of King Kong, it was only fitting that my son  brought along Monkey to catch up with his primate cousin on stage.

 

 

This is monkey enjoying a pre show snack.

I had pretty high expectations of the production but even those were exceeded and I was absolutely blown away by the sheer brilliance  of the show.

We were all delighted by the costumes, song and dance numbers, entranced by the psychedelic light displays and mesmerised by the casts amazing voices.

And then there was the beast, King Kong!

 

 

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I can't even describe the moment we first saw the beast on stage and how amazingly realistic it looked. Although it is only an enormous puppet we were  petrified, enraged, and heartbroken in turns through out the production.

When he roared we all huddled and shook in our seats.

When he fought for his lady love we all cheered.

 And when he was shot down we all shed a tear for the beast and cursed the barbaric nature of us humans. (OK it may have just been me shedding a tear, but it was very sad!)

The show was just spectacular and will stay with me forever!

 

 

My son (and Monkey) also thought the production was amazing and I am so glad I got to share that with my son. There was a moment though when King Kong bellowed and I thought I was going to lose my son under the seat!

 

 

Even with just my phone camera the beauty of the Regent Theatre is breathtaking.

 

 

 

After the show, Monkey went a little crazy and decided to get up to some primate tomfoolery.

 

 

Whilst we decided a Lindt chocolate platter was more in order.

 

 

 Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!

A theatre show of such magnitude deserved an equally eye catching frock so I wore my stunning 50's frock with the most dramatic collar that ever was.

 

 

It is such a hard colour to photograph, but you can see it more here.

 

 

 

Gorgeous black gloves with scalloped edges and the sweetest little embroidered flowers made the outfit.

 

 

And a lady has to have bows on her seamed tights!

 

 

What has everyone else been up to this weekend?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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