Most of the audience would not have seen this feel-good film on a big screen since 1978, so it was good to cast our worries – and inhibitions – aside and take a step back in time to when we were growing up and the charts were full of John Travolta and Olivia Newton John.
Inhibitions? Well, yes. For as soon as we walk through the door we're handed an innocuous brown paper bag packed with goodies to make the screening a little more, how shall we say... interactive.
White tissues to dab our eyes for Hopelessly Devoted To You, a blue balloon to wave for Blue Moon, pretzels for the Sandy and Danny's first date, a flag to wave the T-Birds and the Scorpions off on their road race and a party popper to salute the finale.
You also had to use the bag at one point – but I'll keep that particular activity secret between me, the rest of the audience and Frankie Avalon.
It was good to see people of all ages pack the Concert Hall for this sing-along version of the movie, with words to the songs (should you need any help!) bouncing along at the bottom of the screen.
On a night when the demographic might just coincide with an international singing competition on the telly, we were all very pleased we made the effort for the real thing and the caterwauling for Grease was probably marginally better than what was being dished up for Eurovision.
We were treated to a compere and a fancy dress competition before the start.
There were many, many pink ladies in Nottingham and everyone did themselves proud on a retro evening out.
Giggles galore and a night to remember. After all, Grease IS the word.
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