I've heard some pretty strong language in my day but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard from a young man for whom things were obviously going badly yesterday. As I walked towards him on my way home from work, I saw him jumping up and down, throwing his fist into the air. When I got close enough to hear, he was yelling ... "Curses!" I immediately felt like I'd been transported into a Victorian melodrama or, perhaps, an episode of Wacky Races where Dick Dastardly's evil plans had come unstuck yet again.
PS: In this interview about the controversial Sex:Cubed production at La Boite, did director Jennifer Flowers really mean to say: "Theatre should raise the bar."?