Tonight I went to see West Side Story at the Theatre and it was fantastic, the actors were amazing, the orchestra talented and I loved the set. The only thing I didn't love was the man who sat next to me eating popcorn through the second half. Crunch, crunch, scrunch, crunch, crunch.
When you go to the cinema popcorn is expected, hell it's practically mandatory; but not at the theatre. When I was little you had an ice cream in the interval, if you were good; but you had to eat it during the interval. You never ate during the performance, it just wasn't done.
You didn't even have a drink; but now people are opening fizzy drinks bottles left, right and centre. The constant hiss of carbonation is so frustrating. I don't know if the actors can hear it; but the rest of the audience can. If you must, have a bottle of still water; but leave your fizzy pop and your scrunchy bags of sweets and popcorn at home please.
Claire Wade is the winner of the Good Housekeeping Novel Competition and author of The Choice. She was bed bound for six years with severe ME, trapped in a body that wouldn't do what she wanted. She now writes about people who want to break free from the constraints of their lives, a subject she's deeply familiar with.
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I'm an author, disability activist, winner of the Good Housekeeping First Novel Competition and The EABA for Fiction 2020 and co-founder of Authors with Disabilities and Chronic Illnesses (ADCI).
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