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The Singalong Society for Singletons - The Lion King

It's Friday 16th September, which means one thing - it's time for Monique, Issy, Hope and Connie to settle down to watch Disney's The Lion King!


From the moment I decided to write a book about musicals, I knew I had to include The Lion King.  It's one of my favourite musical films, with a winning combination of a nigh-on perfect score, angst and humour in equal measure and a plot that'll have you hooked from start to finish ('This one was based on Hamlet, you know,' [Mon] continue[s], gesturing towards the TV.  'And no one would dare to call Shakespeare piffle.  He's the greatest playwright that ever lived.') 

I have fond memories of watching it at the cinema when it was first released and my DVD copy is rather well-worn.

But although the film is incredible in its own right, nothing can compare to the glorious spectacle that is The Lion King on stage.  The costumes, the lighting, the puppetry...it's a full-on feast for any fan of musicals to devour.  I had tears in my eyes from the moment the first note reverberated around the theatre and I laughed and cried all show long.  Honestly, even if you're not a fan of musicals, make an effort to go and watch The Lion King.  It's an experience that will stay with you, I promise.


Do you remember the first time you saw The Lion King?  Have you, like me, been fortunate enough to see it on stage?  I'd love to hear about your own experiences!

I'll be back next week when the girls are watching The Sound of Music...

The Singalong Society for Singletons is published on October 7th in ebook format and 15th December in paperback.  Available for preorder now.
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