The singers and musicians (under the baton of the magician Pietari Inkinen) did credit to the music and the audience loved the whole thing.
Eva storms off the stage at the end, which I thought decidedly odd but then I remembered this is an English gentleman's club that her Walter had been blackmailed into joining. I would have stormed off too.
(I couldn't help thinking about Brexit and all those Tory fellows in their clubs hankering after their colonial past.)
