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March 27, 2006

27 March 2006

Off to Venice tomorrow. Looking forward to it. We are armed with three travel books, an email of recommended eateries and drinkeries from a Venetian, Enrico Fantasia, who lives in Dublin. The eldest, Hanna, is driving us to the airport. When we get back, Sasha will probably have been delivered of her daughter. And, all being well, my middle daughter, Zoe, won't have been delivered of her offspring (sex unknown). With any luck, the Steinberg MI4 System will have been delivered so that the youngest daughter, Beth, can write some hit tunes and buy me a motor bike. We live in hopes. See you later.

March 24, 2006

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

CONGRATULATIONS!! It's my missis' birthday. I bought a card and a present and all that and everything so I'm not in the dog-house. Out for a nosh tonight with James, son of Clarence, Beth, daughter of me and the wiff and, Annie - tall, blonde, glamour-puss who knocks up a mean champagne cocktail and cordon bleu supper table.

Sasha

Sasha, one of the most beautiful women I have had the good fortune to count amongst my friends, is due to drop her first-born any day now, a girl I believe. We're waiting with bated breath. Her partner, Jamie, is, at present, entertaining me on the TV in 'WATERLOO ROAD'. I can't give any names without permission so he will have to remain anonymous.
I'm really enjoying it. Some aren't, I am reliably informed but, it sounds to me like middle class arty farty quibbles. Who cares whether it's an accurate portrayal of a secondary school; it's drama and is, therefore, allowed to conflate (good word that, 'conflate') any events reported to have taken place in secondary schools into an episode, or a series, in order to excite the viewer, highlight the human condition and promote discussion.
I am impelled to say that my wife is one of the other beautiful women in my life. ESPECIALLY AS IT'S HER BIRTHDAY! (see Birthday posting).

Short Break

Off to Venice for five days next week - me and the wife - looking at restaurant/food related activities and Italian Theatre Traditions. So, we won't be contactable unless you've got my mobile number.

March 21, 2006

Tony Harrison's "Trackers of Oxyrhyncus"

I was just refining the composition of my BIOGRAPHY when I remembered a story from the tour of the Trackers with the RNT.
Tony Harrison (we christened him T' Bard) wrote the play which, at it's heart, contained a fragment of an old Greek play about Apollo and Dyonisus and the Satyrs who found Apollo's bulls. He also translated some ancient greek for a champagne producer. The fee for the work consisted of an unlimited supply of champagne. Thus, before each performance of the play the cast stood in a circle and passed round a shallow dish of champagne to cries of, "Yamass (spelling?) ya bastard," etc. The dish was a genuine greek 'vase' produced in the year that the Greek fragment was written. You should have seen the looks on the faces of the actors in the canteen when they heard over the tannoy system, "Will the cast of Trackers of Oxyrhyncus please assemble on stage. This is your champagne call." I digress.
This ritual was followed assiduously in every venue in every country we visited. The final performance took place in Denmark, in a theatre which had been created inside a disused gas storage cylinder, I forget what they're called; it'll come to me later. The foyer contained a steam railway locomotive, which had obviously been used for the transport of coal to and from the gas production facility (gas works to you and me). Funnily enough, the train had been built in Leeds - from whence came T' Bard, Jack Shepherd (Apollo) and Me (a clogdancing Tracker). Now then, we did the ritual before the last performance. When the show was over, as we were leaving the building T' Bard gave the ancient vase to the Wardrobe Mistress to carry out in one of her bags. She was passing through a swing door when it closed, quite wilfully, on the bag, smashing the ancient artefact into smithereens. There was an enormous intake of breath from all present. The WM didn't know what to do with herself. The horror! The embarassment! T' Bard seemed pleased. ''Don't worry, love,'' he said, ''It's the gods telling us that it's the last performance. '' My neighbour at the time was an antique dealer. He told me that those vases were ten a penny, well, about £14 actually. Still, it's a good tale and, it wasn't the only time the gods put in an appearance. But that's another story.

The Queen's MacBeth

I went to see Bob Carlton's MacBeth at the Queen's Theatre, Hornchurch last night (Monday 20th March). It was set in a drug dealing, gangland world which, in my opinion, highlighted the cut-throat world of the mediaeval times in the original play. No show of nobility, apart from a smattering from Banquo. What a liberation for the actor - the freedom to play with the visceral, violent, sentimental, paranoid, scheming qualities in the characters; to feel the pressures that push them 'over the edge'.
The witches, part of the drug culture - dealers and users - use their drugs to produce Mac's visions towards the end of the play. Minimal music, guitar, violin and drums, provided atmosphere. I liked the set, too - minimal black, grey and white - austere yet grand. But, the pleasure with a production such as this, proving the quality of the writing - if proof were necessary - is that the language sits happily in the setting and is also liberated from the shackles of the 'Shakespearian performance' without having to sacrifice the pulse. Nice one, Bob.

March 15, 2006

Halleluja!

Congratulations are in order, yet again. Beth has just learned that she has got a place on the B Mus popular music course at Goldsmith's University. Three glorious years of alcohol, laughter and sex, probably. What a waste of tax payers' money. She would say that I sounded a tad bitter and not a little envious. Bloody students!

March 13, 2006

Hi Dan and Issy.

Hello everybodypeeps. Is it warm out there in Espana? You're on the phone at the minute talking to your Aunty Jeni. I'm of now. Love to you and Brad and Dom.

9 Holes Today

First game in 4 or 5 weeks and I played better than I have for ages, simply because I was driving well. My playing partner, J S (Phatschaft), still beat me, but not by much. Phatschaft plays with Wilson Fatshafts and Ping drivers. I've got Callaway X-16s and Big Berthas. It was very bright but very cold. The greens are suffering from the weather but, also, the course is really well designed. The hazards and obstacles are placed just where you don't need them. You HAVE to polish up your course management skills and self discipline. I think I might start taking out a limited set of clubs to make me think differently - outside my usual box.

March 11, 2006

Albert Slingsby

I settled down to write the children's story I keep bangin' on about - let's call it 'Shoo Digger'. Me and my co-author have been drawing on names from our childhood, one of which I Googled today. In the book he's a villain - but in real life, I discovered, he's a local councillor in the town of my birth. Me and my gang, well, not actually MINE since Billy Mills was the agreed gang leader, but, our gang was somewhat intimidated by the Slingsbys - George and Albert. I mean they were about ten foot taller than any of us - and fifteen foot taller than 'Thorney'.

I'm pleased to report that Albert is now campaigning for the control and eventual eradication of Ragwort (poisonous to cattle, methinks) from the countryside. His photo's on the site as well - he hasn't changed a bit. I would like to include his photo but he might dead leg me. I wonder what happened to his brother?

Other names which have served as inspiration are:
Jeffery Thorne; Betty Stephenson; David Metcalf; Dennis Batkin; Brian Bristow; Billy Mills; Clifford Merton and Michael Merton.

March 7, 2006

7 March 2006

I've just heard that Olivia Twist might go out on the road again,with modifications. Excellent! Another chance to get it right. Might need some recasting; we'll see.

March 3, 2006

Theatre in Education

In 1968 I began my career in theatre and worked in the Theatre in Education department at the Bolton Octagon. Our leaders were Roger Chapman and Cora Williams. I believe they had come from the Belgrade Theatre, Coventry where, correct me if I'm wrong, the movement for TiE was born.
In my naivety, I thought performance of fictional material for children required a pantomimic approach. Oh, the red face! Then came the TURNING POINT. Roger Chapman demonstrated the narration of the introduction to one of our adventure 'programmes'. (Read on.....)

.......The story involved two gas men, supposedly working in the school playground. (We placed a 'gas board' tent in the playground to add some authenticity). An actor entered the classroom and introduced the event, ie., that he/she was an actor from the Bolton Octagon Theatre who was going to tell the children a story about two gas board men who were working in a school playground. One of the gas board men went down the hole and failed to come back. His friend retrieved a note from the disappeared one and went into the school to look for help. At this point there was a knock on the door. In walked the gas man, distressed, interupting the story, turning the story into reality. The children would giggle with excitement because they knew what we were up to. However, back to the point about 'acting'. Roger played the part of the gas man and told us what had just happened to him and his friend. I was dumbfounded. I knew who he was, really, but what he was saying was obviously true, his mate was missing and he was worried. Everything became blindingly clear - "That's what real acting is like!"

Now, Cora was a different kettle of fish. She had not forgotten what 'playing' was about. She would tell a story to a group of children with a twinkle in her eye that let them in on the game without destroying their suspension of disbelief. For example, if a child began playing the piano in the hall whilst we were 'climbing a mountain', she would say something like, "Don't play that rock, you might start a landslide." Invariably the child rejoined the game. She was like a mother leading a child into a situation so that it might learn something - or not - maybe next time.

My aim became to try to be like both - utterly convincing and full of fun. The thing is, children allow you to do whatever you like as long as you are telling the truth. They also collude in the 'conspiracy' enabling others, who might not be totally convinced, to cross the threshold into 'wonderland'. During an episode where a class of top infant children, in the role of 'villagers', was building boats so that we might cross the river and make our way to the Rain Man and persuade him to bring rain to our village, I asked the 'villagers' to pick up the hammers and nail the planks of wood together to build a boat. One of the children, who was not prepared to give himself over to the 'activity', baulked. He sneered, "I can't see any hammers." One of his classmates turned to him and said, "Use a stone." Without batting an eyelid he saw the sense in the suggestion and joined in with the task - totally involved. Now I come to think of it, he didn't say he couldn't see any planks - funny that.
There were many such instances during the next five years. We saw children working as teams, as leaders, as reporters. In historical documentaries we witnessed their imaginations creating stories that paralleled actual events.
The feedback from the teachers was eternally positive and the pre-tour workshops, where the teachers had a taste of what their children were to experience. were always fully booked.
I ought to mention here that the service was free, so everyone could afford it. However, attendance at the workshops was not part of the 'price' for the programme. Nevertheless, they were fully attended.

Now, knowing that children learn through play from day one and are still playing when they are practicing adulthood wouldn't you think that every education authority would have at least one resident TiE company providing the service which exploits the very nature of childhood. Drama, being a social activity, socialises the participants; the emotions involved in the experiences make the events vivid and memorable - they become accessible to the artist and the poet in every child. The benefits, of course, would be cumulative.

Computers may be cheaper but they are 'passive' and are, in the main, individualistic. Beware! We could be on the road to producing Dan Dare's arch enemy - the MEKON!


March 2, 2006

Happy Birthday to You!

Bethany's birthday, today. Happy Birthday, Beff! Yipee! She's in the last year of her teenage. YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!

2nd March 2006

Mark Wheeller, the writer of Missing Dan Nolan came to see the show today and was "unreservedly pleased" with how we had dealt with the show. He's mooted the idea that, in October, he might like to bring Dan's mother, Pauline, to see the show and, possibly his sister, Clare. Could be a bit nerve-wracking.
The show was performed in an aircraft hanger of a gym but the cast performed well and overcame the accoustic problems. Keep it up, gang!

March 1, 2006

Voice coaching.

Do you know any exercises/drills to help an actor speak slower so that ALL the words are heard, particularly the important ones? Speaking louder seems to have helped - marginally. Only rote learning has made any significant difference and, no director has the time to learn an actor's lines - for the actor. Anybody???