16 Jan 2009
AN OPEN LETTER TO WHOEVER’S RESPONSIBLE FOR MACBECKS
Dear Bastard (s),
I am writing with regard to Macbecks: so bad a new language would need to be invented to fully articulate the horrors of this “production’. So offensively dreadful it sent Chas’ mood from sanguine to bilious!
So imagine Chas' horror upon opening the Irish Times this morning and finding a laughably sychophantic review claiming the show was brilliant! HA!
Perhaps the reviewer fell asleep and dreamt she was watching something good? Or perhaps she was just retarded to begin with? Either way, less people were left aboard the Titanic après iceberg than were left in the Olympia for the second half of this “production”.
The lead appeared to be channelling the spirit of Frank Spencer, whilst the rest of the cast (with the notable exception of Siralex) flung themselves messily around the stage, spewing the lame Panto dialogue in an appalling faux-English accents.
In short, Chas needed a shower and conselling after this theatrical abortion. The cast, the alleged ‘producers’ – in fact everyone involved in this tripe needs to be sent to a gualag somewhere in Siberia, far, far away from the stages of the world.
Yours in murderous rage,
Chastity Pro Bono