If Shane Warne can have his own musical then so can I.It would be called ‘MS the musical’ – my last name begins with an S – but the obvious problem was for the production not to be confused with being MS the disease set to music.
My musical (MS without the shakes) would follow the extra-ordinary adventures of a woman who wanted to break free, but was too afraid to loosen the shackles, and with the help of several muscle-bound lads with an addiction to baby lotion, they manage to writhe themselves to safety, goodness and the Armenian way.
All music would be supplied by the genius of Jacques Morali, or if he wasn’t up to it, then we could just play the soundtrack to ‘You Cant Stop the Music’. I can see it now in lights across theatres in Collins Street, that place in London, and on Broadway off-Broadway off-Broadway (off-Broadway). Of course there would be a guest starring roll for William Shatner so he could give us his rendition of all things Lucy in the sky, and it would end in a stirring version of 'I Believe in Miracles' by the Jackson Five – or Smith Six as fiances might force it to being.
Preparing my Tony Award winners speech,
Ms-bright-lights-and-jazz-hands-M.
