It's 12.30 Friday morning
But as usual she did have the luck of the Liverpudlian Irish in her and we galloped into our seats with just 30 seconds to spare.
The play was a cracker . Not quite as good as the film, but then you can forgive that , given the fact that the movie relied heavily at times with claustrophobic close ups of each of the jurors in turn.
The actors taking the meatier roles of the bigoted Juror number 10 and the angry Juror number 3 ( William Gaminara & Jeff Fahey respectively) were exceptionally good, as was a rather tired sounding Tom Conti in the Henry Fonda Role, but it was old Hollywood trooper Robert Vaughn playing the frail old ninth juror who comes to Conti's aid in his quest for justice, who almost steals the show.
Juror number 9 has just one major speech a third of the way through the play, and it is a speech that Vaughn milks every bit of pathos out of and with a twinkle in the old eye.to boot
I really enjoyed it.
And I loved catching up with Nu over a wonderful meal in Dishoom, the Bombay cafe at Covent Garden
It's been a lovely and exhausting day..........