apres le refit

Does it mean anything that the back stage bar at the National Theatre has been redesigned to look like an airport lounge bar? It used to look like something out of 1974, selling Watneys, Skol and pork scratchings, with the bearded locals propping up the bar, drinking stout pints of ale, hoping not to catch the eye of the mavericks. Now it’s morphed all the way to 1990, a bit of pine and Ikea furniture giving it that comely cigarette free vibe. The beards have gone and everyone’s drinking spritzers.