This is the first of the Gilbert and Sullivan collaborations, and it's terrible. I understand the music's been lost, or most of it, and if it was no better than the prose then that loss is a lucky escape for the rest of us, I say. This tedious little play concerns the gods on Mount Olympus - they're old and cranky and tired of their jobs, so they swap roles for a year with a troupe of actors, and everything goes pear-shaped.

I know it's old, but mostly this just seems tired and not especially funny. Maybe it was fresher back in 1871, but I read it now and all I think is stale.