Saw the production of Oliver in the West End with the family. It was ok not really my thing but the rest of the family seemed to enjoy. But there were a couple of scenes that really made my skin crawl. A song about being hard and a man briefly rubbing himself on a woman who didn't seem happy about it, with the obvious innuendo. Also a scene with a couple where there was obviously simulated sex. Am I a prude, everyone else laughed but I felt uncomfortable especially as there were a lot of children there. Though thankfully it went right over my dc's heads.