The monkey has been a theatregoer for decades, and thinks it has seen it
all, from mobile phone users who cannot turn off their toy to digital watch
wearers who need audible reminding that interval has begun. There follows a
guide to some common inhabitants of the monkey's world:
The wannabe: This bozo has their ear wired direct to their mouth with
nothing between to act as a filter. They hum, sing or recite simultaneously with
the actor on stage. Worse are the psychic wannabes. These actually anticipate
what is said and come out with it a beat before the actor. Sadly, they often
need their psychic powers re-tuned (preferably with a pickaxe handle) as
they usually get it wrong. Fortunately they apologise and correct themselves
loudly. Nurse, this person is out of bed again.
Reader Jonathan reports an evolution in the species...the "Idol
Wannabe"...yes, the amateur singing star who treats a performance as an
audition and sings along with the cast. Perhaps excusable during the finale of
some drunken "jukebox" musical event, but Jonathan reports people joining in during
"On My Own" in "Les Misérables"!
Cut Glass Shakespeare Haw-Haw:
Older than the man himself, these
inhabitants of the Royal National Theatre audience laugh loudly at the
"jokes" before they are even spoken. They know the Shakespearean Canon
because they attended the original opening night. They also know every single
performance ever; and loudly compare them during the present one. Wonder why
there are no memorable Shakespearean actors today? This lot won't shut up and
let anyone hear them. A close relative has to be...
Bossy Singles: Reader Chris Lintott identified these as, "usually
older than average, and most common at RSC, National Theatre (and especially)
the Royal Opera, these paragons of virtue will loudly and obviously point out
your faults. One I sat next to gave me a running commentary on how still I was
sitting at each break in the performance; another turned round and shouted over
four or five rows to tell somebody to be quiet. Hasn't anyone told them theatre
Another reader reports a similar experience:
"a lady sat in the audience on the first
night had decided that the reason two of the characters were occasionally
miming meant that they had not yet learned her lines. She did not keep this
opinion to herself and shared it very loudly with the lady next to her in
full earshot of the cast (small theatre 'in the round' so it is essential to
be respectful! - you should of course be respectful at all times, but I
think the smaller theatres make it all the more necessary!)."
Scary, thinks the monkey...who hopes it will not mutate into one of them...
particularly after the following tale from Monkey site regular Jake Brunger
about "Beautiful Thing" (Sound Theatre, August 2006):
"About 30 seconds before a show started an incredibly old woman walked into the
auditorium in a big heavy grey coat - bearing in mind it was hot outside.
Everyone in the audience, almost exclusively gay men, couldn't stop muttering
about her and how odd it was that a very old woman should come and see
"Beautiful Thing" (of all things) on her own. Anyway, she takes her seat (in the
premium section) and the show begins.
As the interval is about to end, there's a commotion around the old woman with
the two men in front and there are two ushers talking to her pointing at the
side stalls. We assume that she's not supposed to be sitting in the premium
section. An old man, around her age, has appeared in the side stalls during the
interval too, who wasn't there in the first half. The woman, despite the fact
numerous people are talking to her, looks squarly ahead and ignores them.
Everyone else in the theatre is watching nothing else but this unfolding scene
in the seats. Eventually, they get her to move, and everyone is laughing and a
few people make boo-ing or 'ahh'-ing noises because everyone assumes she's been
moved out of the expensive seats.
As soon as the lights begin to dim for second act, the old lady gets up from the
side stall seat she's been moved to and moves back to her premium seat! Everyone
is laughing, a few people start clapping, but the two men in front are
absolutely livid and one of them runs straight out of their seats to fetch an
usher - bearing in mind that actors and audience share the space to get to their
seats at Sound, so everyone is watching what's going to happen with this woman,
no-one cares about the play! Anyway, the guy comes straight back sits down and
the play begins - but the actors must have been wondering what on earth was
Afterwards I couldn't not ask the guys in front what the problem was - we were
so curious - and apparently the old woman had leant forward repeatedly in the
first act to ask him to stop laughing so much! And it had pissed him off so he
asked to have her moved!!
It was just hysterical though - I was shaking with laughter for the first 2
minutes of the second act!"
While the monkey applauds the attempt at fighting back by the people in
front, it was worried that such resistance proved so futile...
The people who wear shirts advertising the musicals they
Theatre programmes are dull little things. Sometimes
directors insert something quirky to liven them up. The monkey has actually
watched a seller abused because the reader mistook a joke for a misprint!
Double bookings happen. When they do, give in and let us
all get on with the show. The box office manager knows who is entitled to sit in
a seat and their word goes. Abide by it, and do not abuse the person who gets
the seat, the double booking is not the customer's fault.
Iron Man Theatregoer:
Been in that "Day Seat" line since 10.30pm the night before (actually happened
at "Clarence Darrow" at the Old Vic in 2014, the monkey was told. They do it for
thrill when the box office opens and they know they've really EARNED that cheap
ticket. "Hats Off" to them, says the monkey.
Himoff: Theatres have to employ stars to keep the shows going. You AND
the rest of the audience will recognise them when they appear. Please restrain
yourselves from an instant comment on their physical appearance and career - you
can discuss it at the interval. In the meanwhile, please shut up
during the actual performance…please!
If you don't know what is going on, wait until the curtain
goes down before asking. Do not ask during a quiet passage of music or a
dramatic pause. They are there for dramatic effect. Not for the hopelessly
confused to catch up.
Snack food eaters:
Why eat sweets during the show? You just lose the plot
(see above) and annoy everyone with the unwrapping noises. Unless you have a
valid medical reason - wait until the interval.
Reader Zoe says,
"The couple next to me arrived with 2 full packs of Haribo and a full box of
celebrations. I had to endure both acts with the man next to me chewing loudly
and his consistent noisy sweet unwrapping. I don't think I have ever had to deal
with it quite as badly and 'The Elephant Man' is a sensitive and beautiful play,
so it's not as if it was muffled by an orchestra!"
Reader Rosie noticed that,
"At the beginning of Batboy (Shaftesbury Theatre 2004), along with the
usual announcement to ask the audience to turn off their mobile phones, there is
always the request for people to unwrap any sweets they have as the performance
is about to start. Not only does this tend to get a laugh, it actually
works - there's very little disturbance (except for laughter) from the audience
during the show!"
Sadly, some people just don't get the message. Reader Vincent writes:
"I go to the theatre in London on average once a month, and have done so for
the past four years. I'm happy to report I have rarely encountered any problems
on any score, and have found the front of house staff for the most part
I do feel I ought to inform people of one notable exception. I was at a
performance of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest at the Gielgud recently (January
after having splashed out on top-price seats, we had our evening ruined by
the people sitting next to us who were noisily and consistently unwrapping
individual sweets (incidentally bought at the theatre, but don't get me
started on that one!) and talking rather loudly, all of which would have
been very audible from on-stage.
After politely asking them to wait until
the interval, they got very aggressive. Finding no ushers to be stationed
anywhere near the front stalls, and being a duty manager in a theatre
myself, I asked to speak to the duty manager at the Gielgud, who informed me
she was neither able nor willing to do anything about it. The verbal
bullying from the people next to us continued throughout Act 2.
I wrote to the Really Useful Group, and received a similarly unsympathetic
reply. I am still baffled, I know from experience how fussy and awkward
audiences can be, and how they complain about the smallest thing, but I
really thought this was a legitimate issue that needed addressing, and I
found the level of customer service incredibly lacking. It's not as if the
Really Useful Group don't have the power to deal with this kind of
complaint, or indeed can't afford to offer some compensation for a ruined
I know that if I or any staff working at our theatre had treated an audience
member in that way, we'd rightly have been disciplined"
The first example of a "snack food eater insider collaborator"
wonders the monkey...
worse, one reader reports after-effects:
"a gentleman next to me proceeded to belch his way through the first AND second
half with no signs of remorse whatsoever - nice!"
Hedda Wobbler: Something wrong with the
neck, but no surgical collar. Consequently the head wobbles constantly - side to
side and up and down... just when you think you can see past... off it goes in a
At "The Elephant Man" in 2015, reader Zoe says,
"I am not sure what was going on in front of me but I had a woman
who would not stop moving. The rake is really good in the royal circle and she
kept leaning forward for no reason. I also noted she kept borrowing her
partner's glasses for brief moments so I wonder whether it was an eyesight
thing. But the bobbing up, down and side to side was tiring for me having to
dodge but also not to move too much myself to distract the people in front of
The Human Joystick: Doesn't just lean
forwards, but also sideways and backwards. Disconcerting to say the least.
Orchestra Escape Artists: Brin, a reader, classified this one for the
monkey - people tapping out a tune on the back of your seat. The monkey would
add Cap'n Kangaroo Impersonators: Those behind you who insist on kicking your seat during the performance. The
tall who are trying to shift around to get comfortable are excused...to everyone
else..."get lost, Skippy!". Brin also spotted
the species "Leg rest Larry" - people who use the seat in front as a
foot rest, and, worst of all, "Vigilante Critic" - someone playing with a
cigarette lighter during the performance! He notes that, "I just couldn't believe it,
I called the fireman (theatre safety officer, not the London Fire
Wrong Door Drongos:
There is a good reason why doors to the auditorium
are marked with seat numbers. West End theatres are confined spaces. Those who
make an error have to clamber over half the theatre to make the correction.
Unless you happen to be a wildly attractive monkey / monkeyesse; this is
unpleasant physical encounter for the recipient of your efforts. The monkey also
criticises the stupid ushers who do not spot, and re-direct, these idiots.
A reader notes that:
"An addition to the Wrong Door Drongos are those who forget how to count
and the rudiments of the alphabet when trying to find their seats and they never
seem to have their tickets to hand. I always put things like this down to people
who a "too cool to read signs.
Some booking offices (especially the Lyttelton at the National) seem to have a knack of identifying the people who are going to
arrive first and always give them the seats nearest the aisles!"
The monkey absolutely agrees with the above. Selective memory protected it by
"blotting out" these types when initially writing the article! It was
glad to be reminded.
Another reader, Gillian, has been able to conduct more extensive research
into the matter and was actually able to recognise the scientific principles at
work here. Her important results are as follows:
"Someone mentioned theatres which have a knack of knowing who latecomers
will be and selling them tickets in the middle of rows.
I believe this is actually a Law of the Theatre, known as 'Lloyd-Webber's Law
of Temporal Positioning'. This states that "People who arrive earliest
are always those with seats on the end of a row. People who arrive latest
are always those with seats in the middle."
Further to this, there is 'Mackintosh's Corollary', which states
"People who arrive after the performance has started will always have seats
in the middle of a row."
The monkey strongly feels that a Nobel nomination is warranted.
The person who spends their nights in front of the
television, but then suddenly decides to have a night out at the theatre. Great,
theatremonkey welcomes you. Just please remember: you are sharing your viewing
experience with two hundred or so others in your seating section. They would
appreciate a little decorum!
One reader reports that this now works in reverse:
"OK now I've seen it all!! I was at Anything Goes on a Saturday in March
2004. A man in row H of the stalls had a tiny portable television, it was ON -
(he did have headphones) he was watching the rugby!!!!"
The monkey weeps, quietly, while with great concentration it bangs its head
against a convenient wall...
Front Row Discount Dipsticks: Theatremonkey reader Louise Hart (who
describes herself as, "a very poor student musical addict, but one who's prepared to pay full
price to actually see the stage!") - the monkey recognises that sentiment -
adds this horror to the list:
"The audience members who fail to see the significance of the first row of the upper circle being MUCH cheaper than any other rows behind it...
If anyone's had the misfortune to pay "only £15 for a front row seat" they will have soon realised because of the angle of the seats to the stage you can only see the top half of the stage - so how do they combat this? By leaning over as far forwards as they can and blocking the view of every single other person sitting in the five rows behind them!
Surely there should be a sign telling them to remain seated instead of perched?
In fairness to the theatres, after paying out the huge amount to see
"Phantom Of The Opera" I was annoyed when this happened to me, but the very
courteous and professional usher told the offending members to "stay seated or they would be asked to leave".
When the audience members complained that they couldn't see the usher merely replied sweetly: "that's why these good
people paid the full £35 and you didn't." It made my day!"
Louise is right thinks the monkey. A bargain is only a bargain when you get a
good seat cheaply. You mostly get what you pay for, though, because that is
how theatres decide on pricing!
Perching (or, in monkey's case, swinging) on a seat is unfair to the people
behind you, dangerous (email monkey for the full joke), and uncomfortable. If
people would only think before buying, they could save both money and inconveniencing
Front row Exhibitionists A sub-species of the dipstick (above) a reader says,
"My experience was at 'Acorn Antiques - The Musical' - I was
lucky enough to be on the front row and seeing actors like Julie Walters,
Celia Imrie and Sally Ann Triplett from that view point was great,
especially as it was a (very expensive) birthday present! One woman sat two
seats down from me laughed out loud throughout almost the entire show and it
was very forced laughter - it appeared that she was trying to get the
attention of Julie Walters. In the end, she did get it because Julie
actually lost her place in the number and had to stop and make a joke of it.
That woman spoiled the experience for me and I'm sure many others, I am glad
the show is on DVD so I can watch in peace!"
Dickensian Atmospherists Australian reader Michael Redhill raises a good question:
Why do people leave their deathbeds to go to the
theatre? They arrive, snivelling through the performance, coughing at
all punchlines/dramatic scenes, quiet patches and whenever they are SURE to be
heard and annoy at the same time.
I was a tourist in London and was astonished at
the level of coughing at the theatre - even more than in Sydney. Perhaps
its because at some concerts and plays I have been to here cough sweets are
handed out free at the door.
The answer is simple. Dickens evoked the magic of the theatre wonderfully
well. At that time the poor were also often rife with chest illnesses, yet they
attended the theatre anyway. These unpopular figures are simply devoted
historians, dedicated to sharing with us all the pleasure of theatregoing in a
Actually, the reason is probably that a) they considered themselves fit to go
and b) they could not get a refund on the tickets. Oh dear!
Reader Zoe says, at "The Elephant Man" (2015), A row in front of a "hedda
wobbler," we had one of these. Coughing... I noted a woman sitting in the
central section constantly looking over before the show started at the coughing
offender and roll her eyes!
The "Been there, done that": Identified by readerKyrsty Mewett as the ones who during the show say 'That didn't happen last time' or 'She wore
blue eye shadow last time, not green' or other annoying little nitpicks like that.
The watch-losers: Another invaluable identification from Kyrsty who defines them as those who wander in
ten minutes late and either make no attempt to stay out of the way of other audience members, or half heartedly crouch down when wandering to their seat, looking the whole time at the stage. Hey - we want to see it too you know!
Reader Zoe says, at "The Elephant Man" (2015), adds,
"Fortunately they didn't block my view but it was so distracting and they missed
an amazing part of the show. I wish more theatre's would adopt the policy
Wyndham's Theatre had for "American Buffalo," and not let in latecomers until
the interval. It would definitely persuade people to leave with enough time to
get to venues. I appreciate that public transport can cause problems and this
should be dealt with at the theatres' discretion however transport seemed fine
the other evening!"
Pongo Sticks: Identified by a reader who noted that:
"The strength and amount of perfume on the woman next to me! My partner and
myself both left the theatre with headaches and feeling sick!"
The monkey normally finds mothballs the worst, but it knows the perfume
Cheapskate Child Hater: Reported by reader Andrew Arvidson at a performance of "Chitty Chitty Bang
"Shame on the curmudgeon who bought cheap seats to a family show and then hissed and growled and the
young members of the audience who were expressing delight at the performance. While I've been to shows were young children were a negative (a very bored
and vocal young lady at "Kiss Me Kate" springs to mind); this was not such an occasion."
If you are going to see a show aimed at children, well, what do you expect,
feels the monkey!?
Trainee Hatcheck Staff: So keen to join this worthy profession, they like to practise in their free
time. When you arrive at your seat to find a neatly stacked pile of coats
already on it, you know that you are seated next to a member of this community.
Storing outwear and other belongings tidily is an art, so do excuse the
resentful looks as they are forced to destroy their masterpieces...a little
understanding goes a long way in this world. After all, it could well have been
their coursework for their hatcheck examinations that they were forced to
The Bog Trotters: Reader Lucy Bacon has spent many hours studying this species in the field,
and reports a number of varieties:
"The 'Lone Ranger' - Someone who decided not to go to the loo before the
show, decides halfway though the first or second act that they need to
go and can't be bothered to wait, and therefore brazenly strides across
the front of the auditorium to get to the nearest loo, fully aware that
both the actors on stage and the entire stalls section can see them.
Then we also have 'Tonto' similar to the Lone Ranger but is more aware
of their predicament and so stoops lightly as to not obscure our view,
but does anyway.
And our last in this motley crew is 'Silver.' Again
similar predicament to the Lone Ranger but takes it upon themselves to
squat incredibly low and try to run to the loos and back to their
seats, I presume to prevent the entire audience seeing them, but they
needed have bothered because we do!
Perhaps we could also remind theatre goers, that across the front of
the stalls is not the only way to get to toilets!
I've witnessed all the above 3 audience members, I find that 'silvers'
tend to be teenagers and children, although it is quite amusing seeing
older people do the 'stoop and sprint' and it seems like Tonto's are in
short supply, perhaps because they are more likely to 'hold on' till
the interval than face the wrath of the rest of the audience. I have
however witnessed manly Lone Rangers, including a rather spectacular
one at "We Will Rock You" who was so open about her clear bladder
weakness that the member of the cast on stage at the time stopped what
he was doing and watched her cross the front of the auditorium! Cue
lots of laughs and you would've thought an embarrassed Lone Ranger,
alas she used exactly the same route to get back to her seat, I guess
some people never learn!"
Flashbulb Harrys and Harriets: Identified by reader Adam, who reports,
"After an otherwise fantastic night at the ROH last week though I think that
you're missing a category -the people who think that the best way to preserve a
memory of the show is to take a photograph - with flash! - DURING THE
PERFORMANCE! "Swan Lake" was beautiful, but I think the lighting was working
perfectly well without the addition of camera flashes from the balcony."
Totally agree, is the monkey opinion. It would also point out yet again that
without specialist film, photos taken inside a venue during a performance are
unlikely to come out, and the flash can be EXTREMELY dangerous to the performers
Seat Animators Discovered by a visitor to Wembley arena, who says:
"I thought it might be good to mention something about the Central Arena Seating
which bugged me when I saw Dolly Parton on 25th March 2007. Sitting in the
second row of block A3 (seats 17 and 18) we were joined by to teenage boys,
which I was not in the slightest bothered by as you get everyone at concerts.
Well the teenage boy that was sitting right next to me decided it would be good
to continuously shake his leg up and down with the music (which again is fine by
me) but in A3, because the seats are detachable, all of our 4 seats were
attached and with his shaking came constant rocking back and forth of the
seating. So it might be worth mentioning this."
Brings a whole new meaning to "shake, rattle and roll" thinks the monkey, who
was upset to hear about this behaviour. It would also add those who kick the
seats in the row in front to the list of folk who unwittingly animate the
Phony Phonees Identified by a monkey reader in a West End Dress Circle, she says:
"I can’t recall which show or which theatre it was now, except that it had a
very steep rake in the Dress Circle. It could occur anywhere I suppose.
Anyway, there we were, sitting two seats from the aisle in the Dress Circle, and
a couple arrived to occupy the two seats next to the aisle. They settled down,
he with a bulky carrier style canvas or something bag at his feet on the aisle.
About half an hour before the interval, a mobile alarm went off. It kept going.
No one moved. (Why is it that people think you won’t know where it is coming
from when you are right next to them?) The couple shuffled, and he muttered
something to his companion. I looked at them, but they did nothing and stared
ahead. The alarm eventually stopped. A few minutes later, it went off again.
This time, I asked him to switch if off. He looked at me and said “It isn’t my
‘phone”. The ‘phone in his bag continued to beep, on full volume. He said it
again – this time to his companion, which confused me. Then she turned to me in
a fury and said loudly “It isn’t his ‘phone. He is just looking after it, so
stop having a pop and shut up.” Notwithstanding my surprise, I told her “shoosh”,
so that she did not disturb the rest of the audience any further (the ‘phone had
just stopped beeping). She started hyperventilating at my appalling arrogance,
and continued to huff and puff throughout the rest of the half. At the interval,
we rose, and politely excused ourselves as we waited for her to move her legs so
that we could pass in the very small space, to get to the loo. We waited, and
waited, and then she finally moved an inch or so.
There was no alarm in the second half, so one presumes that the carer of the
borrowed/stolen/mislaid ‘phone permitted himself to touch and interfere with the
controls, or that it had done it’s worst and cared no more to torture us.
Is this unique? Am I going mad or is it weird? Is it the age thing? Am I
intolerant (rising 60) of 20-somethings? (Probably)."
Not intolerant, felt the monkey, just possessing greater than average common
sense... and more manners...
Middle Aged Snoggers’
Spotted by reader Kevin from Manchester, who writes:
"I was unfortunate enough to have sat in front of me a very affectionate couple
kissing each other throughout almost the entire performance of Cabaret at the
Lyric in October 2007.
Did I say ‘kissing’? Sorry I meant FULL ON SNOGGING, tongues and all! Cast your
mind back to you teenager years and on the back row of your local flea pit
cinema and this is what they were like!
However, these were no teenagers, they weren’t even in early 20s or 30s…They
were at least mid 40s possibly late 40s! I can only assume that they were not
each other’s ‘regular partner’ and were on some secret randy rendezvous. God
knows what mood they were in afterwards after watching such a raunchy show like
Age aside, the theatre is no place for ‘tonsil tennis’!"
The monkey agrees.
The list is not confined to the audience though. The monkey also hates:
Box Office Bolshie:
You are employed to sell tickets and disseminate
information on behalf of the theatre. Kindly try to do so. Please do give all
the ticket prices and location of seats, please look for a single seat in an
otherwise full theatre, and please, please, remember we are paying your wages.
So be pleasant. Most of you are resting actors and give monkey a wonderful
performance. For the bolshies - try to do so too, it will keep you in
On the other hand, there are some Box Office Angels too. Reader Simon
Feegrade email@example.com was
impressed by the service he received from the Trafalgar Studios/Ambassador staff
"I requested front row, but was told the RSC were being slow to release
their unsold allocation, which included those seats. They reserved my 4th-row
tickets without taking payment while waiting to see what the RSC released. From
Thursday to following Tuesday, they held them, while giving me phone updates,
before confirming the front row seats were available and only taking payment
then. And they were helpful and courteous throughout."
Chris Ellis adds, for the Cambridge Theatre in 2004:
"An extra word of praise for the theatre staff - I lost our tickets on the
way to the theatre, but luckily had noted my booking reference. However, there
was no hassle in getting replacement tickets quickly from the box office when we
arrived, with only minutes to spare."
great news that this species does exist!
Sound Desk DJ:
The desk at the back of the theatre is complex. It
controls the sound we hear. Fine. It is also noisy and distracting for those
sitting near it. Please techies, be quiet as you do your job. Oh, yes, and if it
is not too much trouble, also remember that sound varies throughout the
theatre, so try to balance it with the whole place in mind, not just the rear
stalls. Study your acoustics if you would be so kind.
Lighting Desk Jockey Theatremonkey reader Mark Hannon passes on this one, especially for those wanting to
see a play in a small or fringe venue:
"Especially in smaller (around 250seat) and the worse pub theatres;
those in the front 2 or 3 rows need a welding mask to look at the stage as the
lights are just way too bright!
Sidebar (those lights placed at the edges of the stage in the wings) and
Front Of House bar lights (placed in the theatre pointing towards the stage)
rarely pose problems, but overeager overstage and backlighting leave fine
If we are in a darkened space, I feel that clear sightlines easily outweigh
proximity to it. I've seen a play set in a dungeon where the lights lit
most of the auditorium!
As for squeaks, don't start me about cyberlights! These are motorised so they
can move during the performance, useful for musicals and Top Of The Pops (a
British pop music show).
Anyway stage lights are a minimum of 500watts and get very hot, very quickly.
Normal oil burns off - at best it stinks, at worst it triggers the smoke alarms!
Specialist hi-temp greases (copaslip, molyslip) are available but expensive...
...Next time you hear the lights squeaking and scraping along with the rhythm
ask who's the cheapskate git with the maintenance job!!!! Very often the local
hire shop for Amateur Dramatics companies is to blame, but if you pay for
tickets expect your money's worth. If nobody says nowt, guess what happens?!
Valuable advice, and an interesting insight too, thinks the monkey.
The Wandering Stagehands: Kyrsty Mewett noticed these - more in amateur shows than the West End
normally, but easily recognised. These backstage hands wonder how near the stage they can get before being spotted. A LOT CLOSER THAN YOU
THINK, says Kyrsty!
Actor Switch Off:
Every performance has a new audience. You may have done
this show a hundred times. We will only see it once. Never sleepwalk through
your part. If you are interested in what you are doing, we will follow.
"Is anyone looking at me" cast member: Kyrsty Mewett notes
that they are more often in amateur shows, but are easily spotted at the person near the back who either lacks effort, does the wrong move, or does something amusing like flashing or changing the dance routine.
Long Run Blues:
Some shows have been going so long that the cast was not
even born when it first opened. This is no excuse for lazy direction,
characterisation or technical staging. By all means keep things fresh, but do
keep the newest cast up to the standards of the original, and a few pounds spent
on refurbished scenery etc, where appropriate, never comes amiss.
Pits of a Pit Orchestra:
The Musicians Union is voluble about keeping
their workforce employed. If you want to be treated as professionals, behave
like them. Commit to contracts, don't rely on a friend filling in for you, and
play like you mean it. Every night. Some of us do notice the missing
instruments, wrong notes, bad timing, poor synchronisation with stage action and lack of
enthusiasm you know!
A reader also says,
"A comment about how many superb musicians there are in the UK that would give
anything to do their job would be good. Reading books and chatting in the pit
are also a large problem, especially when the front rows can hear them, but
again the MD should be strong enough to stop this, and not try to be just ‘one
of the lads.’
And for the monkey's ‘enthusiasm’ comment, how about playing each performance
with the utmost professionalism, effort and musicianship, people are paying a
great deal to see a cracking show with some of the UK’s finest musicians
playing, so prove that you are. That should appeal to the pit musicians that may
come across the site!"
The monkey couldn't have put it better itself!
One overseas visitor summed up audience manners when he commented that:
"I come to London from time to time and visit as many productions as possible. After three years without visiting, this time I'm afraid I must
say that the standard of service of many theatres I went to has fallen.
Ushers don't know anything about the current production or the place. My impression in those moments (and there were some of them in 8
days) was...it's all only (!) about making money. Who trains them, who teaches them to love (or at least know something about) theatre and
Another impression is that audiences themselves spoil evenings with talking, phoning, making noise with ice cream, plastic material etc. And the
irony is that the theatres themselves provoke this by selling food just in front of the audience! I
don't believe it! I would ban food in stalls and galleries."
The shape of things to come, asks the monkey?...
One reader has a possible solution, though. He reports that,
"I went to the Pizza Express Jazz Club (Dean St). Before the performance there was an announcement
- "the silence policy" was read aloud. It seemed to work even though people
were eating and drinking. could this catch on in theatres??"
The monkey rather hopes so!
Another reader says, in January 2016:
"Having read this, I´d like to add a few oddities. I have to mention that I am
from Germany and have been visiting London at least twice a year in order to
attend theatre performances for more than 25 years. I am now 45 years old.
1) The curry eater
Having seen a performance of "Bend it like Beckham", I had the bad fortune to
see behind a man who was wearing a massive turban (you could not see over it).
but that was by far not the worst thing. The family next to me was - in the
middle of Act I - unpacking her bag... and then started to eat a curry dish. No
usher said anything.
2) Thriller live - Horror Live
Two weeks ago (late 2015), I went to see 'Thriller Live 'with my wife. This was
really "Hell on Earth." Not only that I think that the show is appalling (it is
definitely more a tribute show than a musical), but my wife and I could spot a
lot of youngsters sitting in the boxes and putting their feet on the balustrade.
That was by far not the worst behaviour. We had a hen night sitting behind us.
Totally drunk females who hadn't got the faintest idea how to behave properly.
They were shouting swear words all the time, giggling whenever it was not
appropriate and they were constantly drinking alcoholic beverages (burping
inclusive). The ushers didn't give a damn, not even when I told them during the
break. They were more interested in selling ice cream than in anything else.
3) In July 2015 I went to see "Baddies". Being a teacher myself, I don't mind
school children in a theatre performance as long as they behave adequately. But
there was one girl who shi*ted her pants and the stench was enormous. She didn't
even bother going to the toilet - and when she finally stood up after the show
you could see that the seat she was taking was completely wet. That´s simply
4) Mates night out:
About as bad as a hen night having next to you is having a "Mates night out"
next to you in the audience. This happened to me a couple of years ago when
watching "Rock of Ages". The blokes were completely drunk and were behaving like
s**t (including throwing a plastic mug of beer into the auditorium).
5) Soundman using his phone
I once sat next to the mixing desk at "Jersey Boys." The man behind the mixing
desk was constantly telephoning and this really got on my nerves, especially as
these were private talks and had nothing to do with the play.
Generally speaking I have the impression that behaviour is getting worse every
time I come to London. The same thing is with the ushers and usherettes. They
are only interested in selling souvenirs and not in anything else. If you
complain, then most of them are not interested.
Sad, thinks the monkey.
In August 2016, he added,
1) The over-protective mother:
Sitting next to a young mother in "The Go-Between", I can never recall someone
who has used the cellphone that often. She permanently wrote text messages (on
Whats App) to the babysitter how the baby was. And she always received an answer
commenting it to the woman sitting next to her. I´m sure that baby will be
helicoptered by his mum until he´s attending university.
2) The fan-user:
This one is up to 99.9% female. Although already wearing next to nothing (in
this case it was just an extremely short summer dress and flip-flops, she still
feels that it´s too hot in the auditorium. And in order to show to everybody
that in her opinion the theatre needs a new a/c, she takes whatever she can find
in the shallows of her handbag and fans herself non-stop. Even if neighbours ask
her to stop for a bit, she doesn't accept it, pointing out, that she has a right
"to stay cool".
3) The "I must have it somewhere"-woman:
Women and handbags are something that no man will ever be able to understand. I
don´t know why some women must - in the middle of a show - grab their handbags
and search for whatever they think they need at that very moment. And this could
be anything from car keys to Tampax, from cellphone to tissues or from cough
sweets to lipstick. I don´t know why they need it that very moment, but they
never gonna find it at once, instead creating more noise than a horde of workers
digging another Channel Tunnel and when you look at her you can almost every
time hear the sentence: "I must have it somewhere".
Generally speaking audience behaviour has really worsened and I am really
surprised what kind of audience visits shows in London. On the one hand I am
happy for the theatres because they make some profits and can put on some new
shows but on the other hand I would love audiences to behave in a better way.
And what I found most disturbing is how badly a great deal of people are dressed
when they visit the theatre. I am not thinking about T-Shirts but about
flip-flops, shorts (men and women) and jumpsuits that look more like the person
is going to the beach instead of a theatre.
And what strikes me most. In 11 days of watching show, not even a handful of
theatres said to switch off the cellphones before the show has started. I would
love interfering transmitters to be installed in every theatre.
And another thing: Ushers and usherettes most often don´t really have a clue
about the basic things they can be asked (How long will be the performance be?,
Is there a cast recording available?). They are only interested in selling
ice-cream and programmes and in most cases you can see that these are student
jobs and that they are not really interested in their work.
All further contributions to this invaluable record are still welcome, email
us! The monkey will add them in its time between anger management classes!