The Mousetrap

This evening Garry and I went to see The Mousetrap, the world's longest running theatre production. It opened in 1952 and has continued uninterrupted until today. It's clearly as popular as ever. Tonight's performance was a sell out crowd.

The play is staged at St Martins theatre. This is a small space with a beautifully restored interior. The walls are lined with heavy, dark-stained mahogany wood and dark crimson panels. The dress circle is framed by bold wooden banisters while the ceiling is capped by a striking glass panel dome.

The performance itself has stood the test of time surprisingly well. We found ourselves laughing out loud on more than one occasion. Tonight the role of Christopher Wren, a hyperactive young man, was played brilliantly. I found myself believing the authenticity of his character more than any other on stage.

In keeping with the tradition I won't reveal the murderer. However, Garry identified the guilty party during interval and was duly proven right. Sadly, I had no idea.