Pantomime have traditionally been the male lead role played by a woman. There might be more identifying features, like raunchy jokes or short petticoats, but that sounds suspiciously like most theatre.
We were pleasantly surprised (Cynical Grandpa: "I hope this isn't going to be too intellectual for you") by the hilarity of the whole affair. The story was nicely augmented by silly jokes (The 12 Days of Christmas had 5 pies thrown in the villain's face... 7 times. Which means he had 35 pies stuffed in his gob in the space of 5 minutes.) and some snappy lines.
Personal favorites (yes I took notes)...
King: May I kiss your hand?
Jack's mum: Certainly, a foot is out of the question.
Villain: I'm the main attraction in designer underware! (unclear how this was related to plot development)
"Get thee to thy compost heap!"
Narrator (speaking about Pippa Middleton): And Princess Pip is busy receiving the "Rear Of The Year Award..." (see below)
I was using the trusty search engine "ogle," ideal for proving a point or for exploitation by dirty old men.
ogle |ˈōgəl|verb [ trans. ]stare at in a lecherous manner : he was ogling her breasts | [ intrans. ] men who had turned up to ogle.
Couldn't have said it better myself!
What else has gone on today?
I attended the meeting part of a hunt (wasn't required to get onto a horse, though Grandpa got knocked into a bush by a frisky pony). We learned that horses with red ribbons in back mean "Stop! This horse is a kicker." And that wearing tweed seemed to be a requirement in order to get free cookies, scones and tea.
I also taught Grandpa how to upload photos to facebook and send inbox messages. Private AND public methods for sharing one's life? Mind=media-ed. This whole tutorial thing works well (we had a skype conversation the other day, in the same room no less. Practice makes perfect.)
Nighty night!
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