Potpurri.

The show had Everything, Ballets were drawn from Mexico, old Russia and the 'Nineties: we had with that was low brow (Bliss and McCreary) and eyebrow (Mr. Coward) songs you listen to (Martin Liddle) and songs you dance to (Paul Taylor): realism (the "Hotel" sketch and Mission Work"); and supernaturalism (Mr. Meek): Wisecracks (Carl Watson) otherwise cracks (Pat Macaskill); and John Carrad handy for entertainment during the dance.

The opening chorus began rather timidly: apart from Paul Taylor and Hilary Henderson, who looked affable, the singers seemed a little frightened: but they soon warmed to their work and sang "You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming." with an unction that would have delighted the heart of Freud.

The Can-Can which followed gave us an expurgated version of what roused the animal passions of our grand-parents.

Carl Watson appeared [unclear: familiar] role—a nervous young man in a raincoat telling us about tho W.C. of the S.I.

The "Bathroom Tap" contained an anachronism—there are now no landlords in Russia. The modern Slav, confronted with the situation shown, would ring up the People's Commissar for Bathroom Taps, and have the [unclear: matter] attended to immediately. It also contained capitalist propaganda: "Someone has turned the tap on to watch the water running. He has become tired, and gone away." Otherwise we enjoyed this sketch immensely.