With Andrew Lloyd Webber postponing the opening of his long-awaited sequel to The Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies, the Adelphi Theatre finds itself with an extra gap between shows. So, the question is: what would you like to see there to fill it?

It’s all got something to do with the recording of the album apparently, it has to be completely rerecorded and so won’t be ready for another six or seven months. Therefore, what are we all going to do in the meantime? Take up cross-stitch? I don’t think so. No, let’s get our thinking caps on and see if we can’t come up with some ideas to plug up  Webber’s wafty schedule.

Maybe a touring production could fill the void? Joseph Fiennes is currently wowing theatre-goers in Chichester with his performance of the schnozzle-faced hero Cyrano de Bergerac. Directed by Sir Trevor Nunn, The Times’s theatre critic Benedict Nightingale gave the production four stars and even closed the review by admitting “a West End transfer could be well worth it”.

What do you think? You keen on that? If that’s not up your nostril, maybe something else could tickle your fancy?

With 70s sitcom Porridge being given the West End makeover, maybe other TV programmes could bridge the gap at the Adelphi?

What about… Till Death Us Do Part? No wait, Alf Garnett probably wouldn’t fly with West End sensibilities. That’s more trouble than it’s worth. Carrying on the old Richard Beckinsale vibe from Porridge, what about they do Rising Damp? Oh wait, yeah, I don’t like Rising Damp. No, not that then… Dad’s Army! Got it! Dad’s Army; it’s perfect. Think about it: a great big musical spectacular about the Home Guard. All the characters could be there, belting out numbers. “Who do you think you are kidding Mr Hitler? Dum da da da da dah dum daaa.” There’s Captain Mainwaring, Sergeant Wilson, Lance-Corporal Jones – this is going to be great. Imagine it:

German Officer: (singing) Was?! Was?! Was ist your name boy!? | You naughty little tyke!

Capt. Mainwaring: (singing) Don’t you tell them anything, | Don’t tell them, Pike.

German Officer: (singing) Ah Pike! (flourish) Pike! (flourish) His name is Pike! Ha-ha-haha ha ha, his name is Pike. Psyche.

See, this thing writes itself!

Okay, so it might need a little work. But what do you think? Got any ideas for shows you’d like to see in West End’s Adelphi?