Phoebe and I do love a Christmastime trip to the West End, and this year we’ve got The Producers in store for us. My first exposure to it was that season of Curb Your Enthusiasm where Larry David gets cast in it, and while I watched the film adaptation of the musical around the same time as a result, I have very little memory of it beyond Springtime For Hitler. Which also means I’d forgotten just how many swastikas you can fit on one stage. It’s a masterclass in crossing the line in conedy whilst always operating in good faith. Andy Nyman and Marc Antolin work up a good sweat as Bialystock and Bloom, the whole company do great work, and I’m mindful of what I’m singing as I leave the theatre. Amuses me greatly that surely someone in the audience must not have known the contents of the musical beyond the general gist of “Broadway producers try to put on a flop” and been highly surprised by what unfolded. Surely!