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Review of the Week - from 42nd Street to Greased Lightnin'

Get your jazz hands ready because we're heading to the musicals.

"We're in the money, we're in the money, we've got a lot of what it takes to get along..."

Boss of Sainsbury's Mike Coupe has apologised after being caught on camera singing "We're in the money" as he prepared to discuss the supermarket chain's planned merger with Asda.
Mr Coupe made the highly entertaining blunder whilst waiting between television interviews and not realising his microphone was still switched on.
The footage shows Mr Coupe singing the first line or two quietly to himself but as the song progresses he begins to sing more loudly, even bobbing his head from side to side.
Mr Coupe apologised saying it was an unguarded moment in which he was trying to compose himself for a TV interview.
He adds: "It was an unfortunate choice of song, from the musical 42nd Street which I saw last year (excellent little detail there) and I apologise if I have offended anyone."
This reporter responds, oh contraire, life would be so much more entertaining if all transactions were conducted to song.

Onto Donald Trump and where to start. He found himself up to his neck in it this week over allegations he had repaid his lawyer $130,000 for silencing porn star Stormy Daniels over their alleged affair.
The President initially denied knowing anything about the pay off - because as we all know these things can quite easily slip our minds - only to later admit handing over the 'hush' money and, as a result, finding himself embroiled in more bother over not including the $130,000 in his financial  disclosures.

There's more. It has also emerged that a doctor's letter giving Trump a glowing bill of health was not actually penned by his personal doctor Dr Harold Bornstein ahead of the Trump election campaign in 2016, but was actually dictated to him by Trump himself.
With phrases such as "His physical strength and stamina are extraordinary" and "If elected, Mr Trump, I can state unequivocally, will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency", this reporter notes we really should have smelt a rat all along.

Good news comes in the form of The Crown star Claire Foy receiving back pay of £200,000 following the show being caught up in a gender pay dispute.
In March this year it was revealed that Ms Foy, who plays Queen Elizabeth II in the hugely successful Netflix series was being paid £10,000 less per episode than her male co-star Matt Smith in his role as Prince Philip.
The justification was Mr Smith had starred in Doctor Who and so was considered a bigger star than Ms Foy but the argument appeared to hold very little water on the basis Ms Foy not only played the character the entire programme was based around, but had been awarded a Golden Globe and a Screen Actors Guild Award for doing so.

Meanwhile mega celebs like Robbie Williams, Jimmy Page and the Beckhams are apparently being terrorised by a gang of peacocks. The majestic birds are making a habit of straying out of nearby Holland Park and roaming around the West London street where all these 'superstars' live and attacking their cars.
It is believed the peacocks are being attracted to their own reflections in the shiny car's exteriors and favour dark cars in black or navy as they allow them to see themselves better.
One resident, who preferred to remain anonymous, said: "These peacocks may look beautiful but they are a real menace."
This reporter wonders whether any of this really happened or whether this is just some kind of bizarre metaphor?

Finally, our style fix comes courtesy of the Guardian Fashion pages which remind us that Grease, the film, is celebrating its 40th anniversary this year and as a result the newspaper has laid on a spread of Rydell High School-inspired clothing. From cat's eye sunglasses and white sports socks, to bardot tops, it's all there.
This reporter suggests purchasing these shorts from J Crew. Paired with a short sleeved blouse, neckerchief and high heeled mules, prepare to unleash your inner Rizzo.
In the spirit of Mike Coyde let's bellow our way into the weekend with: "I could stay home every night. Wait around for Mr Right..." Marvellous.

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