"Dolly, darling, he has spoken to me, but I want to hear it from you: tell me
all about it again,' cried Peg, with a malicious relish of her old master's defeat, which made her natural hideousness something quite fearful; 'let's hear it all again, beginning at the beginning now, as if you'd never told me.
He added: "Look at the players we have - you tell me
Ben Stokes isn't a world-class player who can win the game with bat and ball.
Also consider that they Were born between 1981 and 1997 (everyone seems to use slightly Different years, but those are the ones used by the Pew Research Center, so that's good enough for me), and I dare you to tell me
that an 18-year-old millennial has much in Common with one who's 34.
Somewhere near the end of "Tell Me on a Sunday," the 75-minute self-help soapbox masquerading as a musical that was once the "Song" part of the two-act Andrew Lloyd Webber/Don Black show "Song and Dance," an overriding question begins to nag: Have the creators of this sung-through lamentation about a lovesick Essex girl on her own in Manhattan ever been to New York?
"Tell Me on a Sunday" has in fact played New York, in the 1985 Broadway run of "Song and Dance" that earned Bernadette Peters the first of her two Tonys as the hapless Emma.
More irksome is "Tell Me's" amplified self-importance, a function no doubt of the piece now having to stand on its own as opposed to anticipating a second-act ballet that was choreographed by Anthony Van Laast in London and Peter Martins on Broadway.