ome mornings I wake up and feel something weird has happened overnight; there’s been a rift in the space/time continuum and part of history has been erased. That happened this week as I absorbed the news that Pretty Woman and Indecent Proposal the musicals were set to open in London. If your memory needs jogging, both stories were originally Nineties films where the dramatic premise centred on multimillionaires who paid to have sex with beautiful women. So you can understand why I felt as if third- and fourth-wave feminism, a second woman prime minister and the entire MeToo movement had never happened. Those films felt outmoded when they opened, although Pretty Woman was elevated above its hooker-as-Cinders plot by the billion-watt luminosity of a young Julia Roberts. At that moment in time she could probably have played Rose West and we’d still have forked out money to see her....