Myself and my husband were invited to see Cats in the West End through his job so there were quite a few of us being wined & dined first and then taken to the show. Lovely seats and up to that point a lovely evening but, my goodness, the show started and I wanted to go home, it was awful! We sat there trying to look enthusiastic and come the interval we were all like nodding dogs, saying how much we were all enjoying it.
Only afterwards, when husband went back to the office the next day, did the others admit they'd wanted to leave as well.
The other time was back in the mid 80s, we'd been taken to see Barnum with Michael Crawford in the West End with friends who had seen it previously. They had raved about it and couldn't wait to see it again with us but I didnt like it one bit. We pretended we had.
Why do we do that ?