As a New Yorker living blocks from Times Square for 8 years, I used to turn a cold, glazed eye at those long-running musicals that had inhabited their respective theatres so long that their sets were growing lichen. The prime example is that still twitching tourist trap, The Show With The Chandelier, which after 25 years is just a foundered old warhorse whose time is come to be put in a piano box and buried as far away from Secretariat as possible.
