In all my time in Auckland, I didn’t once go to the theatre. I meant to, but I never got around to it, unless you count Sing-along-a-Sound of Music. Move to Christchurch, however, and you get cast in a play. It’s not something you get to choose: a role is allotted to you as you pass within the city limits.
In my case, it is a small role as a Chancellor in an as-yet unnamed play by David Allen. It will be my task to try and get the young queen married to a suitable chap, and to generally disapprove of her ladies in waiting. This should prove relatively easy.