Allow me to set the scene,
It is a Monday night. Earlier today I sat through an Art crit where I realised I'd not done nearly enough work. Sat at my dining room table, attempting to work, listening to my dad's mp3 player (I drowned mine last week.) Suddenly - on comes Kate Bush's most wondrous Wuthering Heights.
My first experience of Wuthering Heights was aged 10 years old, watching the then popular Stars In Their Eyes Kids, where I watched a little kid attempt to knock this song out of the ballpark - as I too would aim to do, many years later, following many glasses of wine, on many occasions.
About 6 years later I used Bush's lyrics within an English Literature essay, having forgotten any critical quotes regarding the Bronte classic, on which my exam was about. I still got a B.
At the table I begin to wonder - was there a Wuthering Heights musical? ... No, I decide there wasn't. Well - was there a Kate Bush musical? ... I haven't heard of one.
It was about 5 minutes ago I, Kat Buchanan, concluded that should every other life ambition of mine fail, I will be a one woman Wuthering Heights musical, which will be running for 7 nights a week on London's West End, then New York's Broadway, until I die.
And you're all invited!
Disclaimer: I will be the screeching lady on the street corner being manhandled by police whilst screaming into the night - "It's me, KATTY!"
If you're having a hard time picturing it, I give you Noel Fielding, making less of an embarrassment of himself than I plan to:
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