This past summer, the Professor and I had a chance to visit London without our entourage. It was wonderful. One night we attended a three man show called Jeeves and Wooster. I loved it.
The show is based on the books by P G Wodehouse written almost one hundred years ago. The stories are about a rich, stupid, entertaining young man (Bertie Wooster) and his smart, proper butler (Jeeves) who gets him out of the most convoluted scrapes.
In the show, three actors play Wooster, Jeeves, and one other butler. The butlers also act out all of the other parts as part of their butler duties. And, of course, Jeeves provides all of the scenery.
The actors did a fabulous job with the characters. They captured each personality well. Considering that at times that meant acting like a proper butler acting like a headstrong girl or an imposing aunt, this was no small feat.
The show was hilarious. I laughed until my cheeks were sore. One of my favorite parts was watching proper Jeeves play both parts of a spunky girl arguing with her strongly opinionated uncle (complete with costumes.)
I found the show to be a perfect ending to a London day.