When I think maturely about this 'first world problem' I know that this is all good stuff. It's a good thing that people who don't normally visit theatres are getting excited about going, it's also great that fans who can't get down to London to see it regularly get the chance to experience the show close to home. But the 6 year old only child in me has taken a major huff.
So here I sit, currently looking at photos of the cupcakes that are being given out to the first 100 people who buy their tickets. Being horrified at the prices and annoyed at the fact I can get a better seat in London for a cheaper price. And contemplating how ridiculous I am that I had to write this blog in the first place. Life's weird sometimes right?