Strange Thoughts of a Strange Man

I saw Evita on Saturday. I was quietly reluctant as I thought it was something that I thought David and our friends, John and Martin, would like more than me. I was wrong. I loved it. I loved it from the moment the curtain went up and the music and singing swept me away.

I loved the way that I could be made to feel sorry for Evita but at the same time realise that she had manipulated many people to get where she was.

Our Evita was Jodie Jacobs and she was simply amazing.