Sometimes you just have to put a little extra effort in

The National Theatre production of Frankenstein was sold out before we’d even decided the dates for our visit, but there are always day seats, and the plan was to try for those.

Coza says that the word is that the queue for day seats has been forming from 6.30am on weekdays, and 5am at weekends.

‘Ah’, I think, ‘now that’s a bit early’.

There’s a moment, as we consider.

‘I’d do it’, Cat says, ‘after all, we’ve done more, for less’. She’s right, and that settles it.

So on Friday morning, we’re awake at 6am and Cat is outside the NT by 6.30am. We get a text to say that she’s 14th in the queue, and some look like they’ve been there for some time. Given that we expect there to be 30 day seats, we’re on the cusp. I arrive just after 7, having failed to find anywhere en route where I can pick up coffee. The people ahead of us in the line have come prepared, with chairs, blankets, and flasks. I’m wearing my mac, and have a pashmina.

I take over Cat’s place in the queue, and she goes in search of coffee. I suggest towards Waterloo Station may be a good bet. I later get a text to say she’s had to go across the river to Charing Cross.

An elderly chap walks along the queue, checking what everyone is queuing for. It turns out he’s here for Season’s Greetings, ‘I told my sister no one would be here this early for Alan Ayckbourn’ he mutters.

Coza joins us, and the time passes quite quickly. The queue goes back a long way now, but there are seats for all shows (though I doubt if anyone is queuing for Greenland), and standing tickets too. Some time later Coza leaves to go to work, and we watch a chap in the foyer doing some very theatrical, but not very effective, hoovering.

Pretty much on the dot of 9.30am they open the doors. Once inside, there’s a bit of a fracas ahead of us, for it seems that a woman has pushed in at the last minute and bagged a front row seat. There are complaints to the box office staff, and to security, but there’s nothing that can be done about it.

When we reach the desk, all front row have gone, but we secure 3 seats at the back of the circle. For £12 they’re a bargain. Success, and the queuing feels worth it.

Tickets safely stashed, we head for a hearty, and warming, breakfast. Those pancakes sure taste good!