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nothwithstanding all its problems, london is still cool.
of course, the chance of bumping into gwyneth paltrow in budgens is as rare as sitting next to ian mckellen in the tube. but despite that incongruity, pop culture fiends are always aware that even if they're not part of the legions at leicester square during hollywood film premieres, london's theatre scene is one of the best in the world and at odd times a hottie like josh hartnett or even the likes of the excellent judi dench brightens the marquee at the west end. but even without familiar names, the stage is definitely a medium to savor for the sinuous and obsequious observer. but as i navigate the queries from my far east upbringing, some air supply, barry manilow thoughts make me ponder, why are musical plays not directly proportional with authentic western testosterones?