The main man is Slava (hint in the title - Slava's Snowshow), but my favourites are his green-coated underlings. They are subversive and goonish and playful. And although the dramatic beauty of the balls and the blizzards leave us open-mouthed, the greatest frisson comes when the green-coats invade the audience, clambering over chairs, demanding steadying hands to help, stealing water and poking people with shabby umbrellas.
The auditorium is covered in drifts of white paper snow - children cannot get over this, and much time is spent stockpiling supplies to hurl at unsuspecting parents. You don't need to be a child to see the appeal.
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Saw Caitlin Moran by the ticket office. Pleased me very much, as her words have the power to make coffee come out of my nose. I like her attitude. And the fact that she finds it almost impossible to resist pulling a 'Muppet face' (her words - see left) when faced with a camera.
Home to leftovers (far more noble and excellent than they sound). Tired by visual and nutritional feasting (clowns and sprouts - for many the stuff of nightmares, not for me), I sleep early, and dream I have a green coat and a hat with wings. Sweet.
NB I am going to Kent to offer up the Cushion of Contrition. Unless my mother has installed broadband since I last visited, I will be unable to update until Wednesday night. Stay safe, people. No going to Footlocker. It's just not worth it.
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