Manchester

Manchester

A belated date day in Manchester to celebrate my birthday was just what the doctor ordered ...

 

You know what they say ... a change is as good as a rest. With Matthew Bourne's 'Car Man' tickets safely stowed in our back pockets and a rare day to ourselves, Stu and I trotted off the Manchester for an afternoon jaunt around the Trafford Centre and an evening being entertained by The New Aventures. It was my birthday treat and holy hell had I been looking forward to it.

'The Car Man' adopts the score from the classic Carmen as its narrative, and perhaps a few traits of the lusty main character, but other than that the show is entirely unique. It dripped sex appeal and raw virility, an unhindered explosion of character and emotion, anger and lust. A truly relentless tempo of story telling that kept the audience on the proverbial edge of their seats. My jaw hurt just from being permanently hinged open.

And to top it all off, we bumped into Jonathan Olivier - the male lead - whom I have mildly internet stalked since seeing him dance lead swan in Bourne's 'Swan Lake' last year. One of the perks of being several hours early for the show with not much to do in the pouring rain, I guess. Although not dancing that night, he was an absolute delight. Certainly put a huge smile on my face.