Ash, Madeliene, Margaret, Joe and Me. Sutties and Emerys

On our way to seeing The Importance of Being Ernest with Penelope Keith. Great show. The author, Oscar Wilde, was quite a literary genius.

This is one of the chief joys of london, seeing a great theatre show any night of the week at a lovely theatre.

This show was at the Vaudeville theatre, on the Strand. We took the opportunity to have a small drink before hand at the Coal Hole, a pub across the road.
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