On the day we took the bus into the city and arrived at the theatre in good time. My dad presented the tickets to the lady at front of house and a fairly long discussion ensued before she disappeared. Father told us there seemed to be a "mix-up" with our tickets - wrong date, wrong performance, wrong seats I never discovered which - but she soon came back with the manager. More words were exchanged but my father stood his ground and insisted he was in the right whatever the problem. I had visions of going home disappointed but the manager suddenly opened a door and told us to follow him. Up a flight of stairs we went - and came out into the Royal Box!!! We were right alongside the stage and looked down on the rest of the audience, some of whom were looking up at us wondering who we were to occupy such exalted seats!! Little did they know!
Anyway - the show was great. We were so close to the action we could smell the greasepaint and hear the hiss of the skates as the skaters whirled round the stage. The music was tuneful - I can still hum "The Cobbler's Song" ("Cobble and cobble as best I may, Cobble all night and cobble all day....) - and the comedy routines were very entertaining. A great evening out for my first theatre visit. In later years, as I looked back, I regretted that I never kept a programme to remind me of the occasion.
Until last week..........! Wandering through the wonderful world of ebay I chanced upon a programme for the very show in December 1953 on a "Buy It Now" basis. So I bought it straight away and it duly arrived a couple of days later. I now know who was in the show - nobody famous!! - who played who, who did the skating routines, who produced and directed it etc. Another little piece to fit into the as yet uncompleted jigsaw of my life. Nostalgia? Yup - every time!!