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Oh, the really cool thing is I had a dream I was at a John Barrowman concert. In the first row. He wore quite a bit of sparkly things - there was an Elvis jumpsuit in one act, and a purple sequined jacket in the next. And there was a comedy bit where he was shirtless.

And, since it was me, there were people planning the next show in the theatre during the intermission. They had layouts for the design of the stage amongst other things.

I think the best part was where I was coming down the aisle, and John ( and people carrying about half the flats for the stage ) rushed up the aisle. Mmm. Two feet away from John Barrowman and seanic design.

Basically it was the bastard child of his tour and a panto in a small, indoors, Hellenistic theatre with illusionist perspective.

I know it's all fake, but it still brings a smile to my face.