Everything was turned on its head on Monday night at the Lyric in Hammersmith. I was laughing along to a morbid - and very funny - play called The Big Fellah, which is based on an IRA hero hiding in New York. The theatre itself is a total surprise if, like me, you only know it from the outside as an ugly lump of concrete - this is the cladding around a seriously lovely Victorian theatre inside. And on what may have been the last sunny evening before winter sets in, I was truly wowed by the roof garden. Voted by Elle Décor in the top ten most enchanting public gardens, the interval drink was a far cry from the sweaty underground theatre bars of the West end.
Definitely one to remember next summer.
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