"If you sign up for our Theatre Credit Card, in addition to access to our VIP lounge, you'll also get this free Wicked diary," said the sales woman, brandishing a 2007 diary... already 25% useless.
"In what way is it a Wicked diary?" asked I.
"It's green," said the sales woman. "And look, it's got a wicked map of London and a wicked wine guide."
"I'm teetotal," said I.
"But it's wicked," she said, and handed me the diary.
I signed up for the credit card (she was offering a free box of Maltesers, which frankly sealed the deal), and Fran and I were tagged with VIP bracelets and escorted to the VIP bar. This was a small, cupboardy room, totally empty and staffed by a woman who seemed grateful for the interruption. I swapped my £3 voucher for a tub of Maltesers and Fran and I made our exit. We had house seats at the performance, which were excellent, but we were surrounded by a German exchange trip who apparently had no idea of when they were invading our personal space.
Or indeed, Poland.
If anyone would like a green diary, already 25% useless, and apparently wicked in every way, please drop me an email.
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