We've all done the slow motion run, or thought of the tune when running for a bus. Maybe late for a tube you swish and swoosh between commuters, or just when trying to reach that last piece of black forest gateau. Chariots of Fire musters up thoughts of triumph over adversity and people in straw hats. Whichever symbol springs to mind, this iconic tale helps awareness and even makes the film Junior seem more entertaining.
Stage adaptations can either be a joy to produce or demand endless late night beard stroking sessions whilst pipe pondering out of the window. Seeing as director of the production Ed Hall lacks a beard, it is all credit to him that he pulled it off - the show, not the beard. Non bearded set designer Miriam Buethers also offered up a relay for the eyes, meeting the challenge head on with her crafted revolving circuit, and she didn't have a pipe either.
In an Olympic style rise to fame, this production has had a cross country sprint from the Hampstead Theatre to settle on the podium amongst the West End faithful. Playwrite Mike Bartlett dances through the lives of Olympians Eric Liddle and Harold Abraham, choosing selected races for the impressive cast of 21 to re-enact.
Now I'm no Columbo or even Miss Marple but I'm guessing James McArdle (Abrahams) and Jack Lowden's (Liddell) portrayal of these British Olympic legends may have something to do with a little get together we're having in London in the coming weeks. I do hope this means Boris will be wearing white shorts and t-shirt as he runs into the stadium clutching the torch screaming, "Sorry I'm late but its ruddy crazy on the Piccadilly line."