I now know how Papa Bear felt after the Goldilocks home invasion. Someone not only had been sitting in my chair for the opening night of Dusty at the Lyric Theatre last night, they were still in it - and they weren't going to budge because they had a ticket for the very same seat on the very same night. Nobody could tell me how it happened and the usher, who was overstretched as it was looking after two doors, was clueless as to what to do (so she just started looking after other people instead). I'm just glad a friend of mine was also there, and that his wife had got sick at the last moment and was unable to come. I sat in her place instead.