Am still buzzing from the show we went it see last night.
I know it wasn't the real Frank, Dean and Sammy ( coz if it was, I would running off down the road - GHOSTS!) , but the actors that played, played them straight down the line, even to the smoking and drinking that they used to do for real at the Sands Hotel.
Am still singing ( in my head luckily for everyone else) Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let 50 cent. They did all the famous Rat Pack songs. Mr Bojangles, New York, New York. Chicago " My type of town"
And then, as it was Christmas, the swing version of various Christmas classics
Fabulous night, great atmosphere and, what turned out to be a not to bad theatre - was a wee bit worried what they had turned a building of my childhood - The Baths Hall - into. And, I have to say, on first impressions least ways , it's not too bad.
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