England: it's crap.2.45am: Swear headless Teddy staring at me. Pause between mouthfuls of vegetable biryani to announce: `I'm coming' Anna looks appalled. "What d'you think this is, Emma, When Harry Met Sally?" "I mean to India," I say "You can't," says Anna. "You're my best friend." Tell her she'd better come as well then.. Date of birth: 1895.
Brief history: Lillie Langtry cut the red tape on the Lyric, originally in Beaton Road, and the occasion was marked by a celebratory mixed bill of a specially commissioned overture, drama and genteel melodrama. The height of its success as a fashionable venue came under the management of theatre impresario Nigel Playfair in the 1920s, when West End folk would arrive in droves of black cabs. Then came a period in the doldrums: the rising popularity of cinema did its audience numbers no favours, and neither did the Second World War. In the 1950s it put on revues; it was rebuilt around the corner in 1979, and in the 1980s, it was a subsidised theatre of not much note. In 1994, however, Neil Bartlett arrived with his prodigious talent, inspired experimental schemes, and address book of amazing international theatrical contacts - and everything changed. The building: there was, rumour has it, a theatre already on the Beaton Road site.
But those crazy Victorians decided it would be a really good idea to remove the back wall to allow fire-engines to enter the stage during a Christmas show. Not surprisingly, the roof fell in, and Francis Matcham was called upon to rebuild the Lyric. He created a vision of ornate, swirling, glittering plasterwork. When the theatre was relocated, they took the plasterwork and the red plush seats with them.Identity: these days, the people's theatre. On Monday nights, all tickets are pounds 5; first nights of productions are free to anyone living or working in the borough.
