SETTLING down to Kiss of the Spider Woman at the Shaftesbury last week, I was surprised to see that all the members of the next row were dressed in tracksuits. A discreet interval inquiry revealed them to be Sheffield United, up for the Wembley FA Cup semi-final. The choice of play seemed odd. You could understand them avoiding The Woman in Black: no footballer's going to spend his night off at a play about a woman referee. Or, The Deep Blue Sea: too reminiscent of the colours of their opponents' shirts. But wouldn't a more apt choice have been The Game of Love and Chance, by Motson, sorry, Marivaux? Or, given United's up-and-at-'em style, Blood Brothers. In fairness, the lads lapped up Kiss's prison fable of political repression and cross-dressing - maybe the difficult cell-mate syndrome was familiar from rooming on away trips. It can't have been hard to find a suitable post-match entertainment. A group booking for The Crying Game?
FURTHER EVIDENCE of mutiny in the ranks of those who would have us believe that CDs are fairly priced: anonymous marketing men from the chainstores have been seething to Music Week about the treachery of one of their number in cutting CD prices. The object of vitriol is Woolworth, whose current 'Street Value' promotion knocks, um, a quid off the Top 50 albums. A tiny gesture, but the chain's rivals are outraged: one critic fumes, 'If the net effect is to lower retail margins that's dreadful, absolutely appalling'; another prophesises a 'price bloodbath among retailers'. I cannot be alone in thinking that this could only be good news for the poor, beleaguered punter. Whether the Woolworth's promotion provokes more than cross words from its rivals remains to be seen, but we live in hope. In the meantime, don't pay full price if you can help it.Reuse content