Illustration by Charlotte Trounce I am, I will admit, a bit of a musical theatre obsessive. My go-to escape night is Sing Out, Louise! at the Phoenix Arts Club in central London, where fellow fans gather around a piano to sing show tunes until 2am. Any time I’m asked for a soundcheck before podcasting I will default to the opening lines of Hamilton. I am also a left-leaning liberal who came of age (and out as bisexual) just before the Soho LGBT scene lost the last of its magic to tourism and extortionate business rates. So it is not too much of a surprise that when my editor sent me to review Pride at the National Theatre, a musical adaptation of the 2014 film of the same name about a group of gays and lesbians in the 1980s raising money for striking miners in Wales, I adored it. As I trie