I almost wet my pants when I saw it:
I saw the original Les Mis performance in Sydney in what? 1986? 1988? with my music class from school. When I was very small mum had taken me to see the ballet and Annie but this, THIS, was something beyond my comprehension. The music, the sets, the story. I was transfixed. Mesmerised. I cried in the theatre. I didn’t even know that could happen – although I think I’d seen Cher cry at the opera in Moonstruck by then so maybe I did.
Anyway, I am beside myself. BESIDE myself. What’s your Les Mis memory. Because admit it, we all have one.
As BabyMac’s husband said, ‘Hugh, Bring Him Home, Oscar. And maybe a tear.’
Excuse me while I fall.down.dead.