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It seems like only yesterday that a young monkey tried explaining to a bemused
American at the Savoy Theatre that the scene list in the programme wasn't a
joke. The American still took umbrage, and moved seat (but not before further
verbally abusing the usherette the monkey was trying to defend). It then seems
an even shorter while ago that the comedy ran at the National and then moved to
the Piccadilly Theatre. And now here it is again. New director, new cast... same
bulletproof laughter model. An inspired reading of one line by Karl Johnson
might be a highlight, but the monkey isn't going to single out anybody in what
is simply a cure for all winter blues. It works, it's still funny, and it still
has sardines in it. Go see.
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