The Gods gets you access to all my on-line content, the instant it hits the website – just as it would in a theatre, but without the awkward leaning-over-the-balcony bit. No restricted views, no bad acoustics, you will hear it and see it every bit as clearly, in real time, just as well as those fancy-pants hoity-toity big spenders rattling their jewellery in the Royal Circle.
But that’s it. Anything else you want—merchandise, tickets for live shows, chance to meet The Chief in a stylishly lit dressing room for Court Gossip and Prosecco—these you pay extra for. It’s a remarkably good deal and can be upgraded at the twitch of a credit card any time you feel you have had your toes in the water long enough and want to get your trunks wet. If you’ll forgive the mixed metaphor.