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Confessions of a theatrephile
23rd February 2006

I'm going to attempt to go the length of this column without mentioning that officiallondontheatre.co.uk is the only place to get live, interactive coverage of the Laurence Olivier Awards from 18:00 on Sunday 26 February. Not going to mention it at all.

Instead I'm going to turn my attention to Theatre Box. Not the expensive seats at the side of the stage where occasionally a member of royalty or an opera house-haunting phantom might sit. Not an item of protective clothing to keep one's nether regions safe from flying props. Instead Theatre Box is a company that will provide you with a fine selection of canapés before a show or in the interval, to stop that very annoying rumbling from your stomach that the lady sat three rows back has complained about twice already. Is that just me?!

These fine people happened to send a sample to the officiallondontheatre office last week, which was nice. However, I was curled up at home like a sick puppy - but slightly less cute or furry - so didn't get to delve into their masticatable wares. (Those of you wondering just how 'Confessions' still managed to get written - let's call it Theatrically Originated Magic or 'Tom'.)

I'd like to tell you how delicious they were and how theatregoing will be revolutionised by Theatre Box's mere existence. I'd like to wax lyrical about the taste sensation of sweet chilli marinated prawns in a cucumber cup. But it would be unprofessional, as I haven't nibbled a single sample. Of course, if anyone at Theatre Box is reading this I'll be at the London Hilton, Park Lane providing minute-by-minute coverage of the 2006 Laurence Olivier Awards this Sunday (26 February), and I won't be supplied with any food at all... all day I'll be there, setting up from 16:00 and will nibble on nothing! Just a thought... (Food packages can also be sent to Website Editor, 32 Rose Street, London, WC2E 9ET).