I had this dream. Jonathan bought an opera house - something a bit like the Winter Gardens in Morecambe. We went on a bit of a tour - there were extensive problems with the roof and the bar (up behind the top balcony) had green crumbly walls and was strewn with the debris of a thousand parties. There was also a set-building-workshop-area where people were making large wooden structures, as large as the stage itself. To raise funds for the repairs to the roof (which was in a quite concerning state) we held a benefit gig up there overlooking the sea - not that there was exactly room for an audience once the crowd of musicians were assembled. Instrumentation involved whoopee cushions, rustling crisp packets, foam-whistles and kazoos.
