Get yourself down to the Duke of York’s Theatre. That’s not a request, it is a command. Rarely does a play catch my attention so fiercely that I want to immediately go and buy a ticket in a non-work capacity. I had limited preconceptions about Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour. A group of teenage girls on the precipice between adolescence and womanhood, in a school under the watchful eyes of the nuns and also being choristers had a feel of somewhere between Pitch Perfect and Stand By Me, and left me with mixed emotions. Would I want to revisit the recesses of my teenage mind?