The tills are alive with the sound of, well, kitsch. No blue satin sashes or bright copper kettles, just a mountain of snow globes and DVDs. And before long there are going to be heaps more. While Dame Julie Andrews may not have stepped on to a British stage for 20 years, she nevertheless commands the loyalty of a strange army – encompassing gay men and grandmothers – of besotted fans.
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