Why pay hundreds to 'enjoy' cramped seats, overpriced booze and being herded like cattle? Because it's the theatre, that's whyJust before Christmas, I went to the theatre. It was a Harold Pinter play, so I was expecting a rough night, and a horrible time of year, so ditto. But even allowing for these things, it struck me afresh that, with the exception of flying, there is no cost to discomfort ratio more out of whack…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 09:00AM on January 10, 2014