Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Sydney Times, Arts Review, Madame Butterfly

By our new Arts  Correspondent Ian "Digger" Clark
G'Day mate, the wife informed me she was taking me to the Opera House to see some musical thing called Madame Butterfly. ...well I was watching the Aussie Rules on TV but she promised me a case of Fosters so I put on my strides and off we went. I knew something was wrong as soon as it began cos they were singing in Italian. Fortunately there was a translation on a screen above the stage or I would have been as lost as a blind dingo in the Outback. The story goes something like this....bloke from America goes to Japan and cops off with tarty geisha girl. Has a good time then does a runner home. When he returns 3 years later she gets all upset cos he's married someone else and she claims her child is his (that old chestnut). She's as mad as a cut snake but rather than hit him for child maintenance she kills herself. As I said to Mrs C at least there was a happy ending. Not a bad night out really and better than watching England play cricket......Mrs C had a tear in her eye at the end but I think it was her contact lenses playing up. All well and good here in Oz.....goodnight all x x

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