You think I'm making this up, don't you?
The Bohemians are all hilariously funny because they've got their rock history so wrong that, wait for it, a girl is called Meatloaf! And the big black dude is called Britney Spears!!
After the interval things disintegrate; it becomes a well-performed and over-priced pantomime, all bar the shouts of "he's behind

you." What's more, because of the overly-impressive projections, any human activity on stage is dwarfed and the cast appear lost on the vast stage - especially when the baddies are around. (They hate movement as 'dance was once an expression of freedom.')
The most inexcusable thing of all happens right at the end - Bohemian Rhapsody is simply tacked on as a curious encore.
Plot aside, I feel it is only fair to point out some of the redeeming features of this £7 million production. The video work, for one, is remarkable. The Ga-Ga girls prancing around on stage like a collection of futuristic Barbie dolls - against a backdrop which looks every bit as expensive as it actually was - are fun.
The band, too, play hell-for-leather and all the cast without exception possess astonishing voices. Laurence Gibson

Miss Justine Garratty's exhibition 'Intimate Portraits' caused a stir. It was held

in Brighton's Hanover Centre last month during the illustrious Brighton Arts Festival, in a venue that also housed community events. Justine's stark black