So Charlie, Willy Wonka, Violet Beauregarde, Mike Teavee, Veruca Salt and Augustus Gloop (the "great, big, greedy nincompoop") are about to arrive at London's Theatre Royal Drury Lane, in a musical version of Roald Dahl's bestselling childrens' novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
This preposterous thriller has its roots in a legitimate concern, recently aired in the documentary The House I Live In: that the US war on drugs is becoming a theatre of cruelty, pumping up futile drug-arrest figures to appease the press.
Alfred Hitchcock gave us mind-blowing finales at Mount Rushmore and the Statue of Liberty.
It is one of the beauties of cricket that within the overall narrative of a game lie so many smaller stories, the plays within the play.
Tradition demands that Royal Ascot should maintain some composure at all times but the sangfroid slipped on Thursday afternoon as the Queen became the first reigning monarch in the 207-year history of the Gold Cup to win the Royal meeting's most famous race.
The British and Irish Lions captain, Sam Warburton, has warned Australia to brace themselves for an explosive contest when the two teams finally meet in Saturday's eagerly awaited first Test.
"What are we celebrating?" asked my friend when I suggested having a glass of Champagne to kickstart the Friday night.