A sensual as a pencil

I was going to write a detailed explanation about why I was disappointed with the production of TRHS at the Lowry recently, using reasons such as the fact that the Lyric theatre is like battery farming for audience members and thus not conducive to time warping, and that it really isn't in the spirit of the thing to have two characters doing a two step during a song about despiration, fear and seduction, and that Frankenfurter's thighs were too musclely for my taste.
But then I realised just how much of a geek that would reveal me to be, and decided just to post a picture of Tim Curry instead.
Oh, but the Sign Language interpreter was wonderful. In his only-gay-in-the-village pvc short-suit, he translated the dialogue and songs with a humanity and style that was missing on the rest of the stage. He was, by far, a true hot-patootie, and the best thing about the whole show.