A Chorus Line was a hoot. A tad overlong, but full of belters, tits and sass
it was a quality piece.
All the gays cheer for Shiela and Paul
They always did
We went to a nice, unpretentious Italian in Soho called Polpo too
And drank Apropol spritzers and ate meatballs to die for
Buckingham Palace was a treat too. Janet preferred the state rooms whereas I Loved the garden tour but all was interesting and very well organised.
The Royals do like their red and gold
Very 1990s common gay
Many of the support staff were young Muslim women, beautifully made up in their hijabs, adorned with gold.
One of the tour guides told us how Camilla organised a small garden tea party for a few people who had missed the years celebrations because of traffic problems and hospitalization
She sounds a good egg
We did have a laugh, and both of us was still laughing after I broke into an argument with a Welsh hen party on the train home
My favourite lisping choir is on bloody good form this morning
Silvia was loving it wasn’t she ?!
It’s so joyful
They are too.
It’s Friday morning and I’m off to London with Janet to enjoy her birthday and Christmas gifts
Tonight it’s A Chorus Line at Saddler’s Wells and a meal in soho.
Tomorrow it’s Buckingham Palace , and gardens, which is a first for me.
A bit of everything
I’m excited as it’s the first night for the Chorus line revamp.
The atmosphere should therefore be electric .
I’m lucky I have Janet to go to these things with. I can’t always rely on Nu, and the older I get , the more difficult it is to find a buddy to buddy up with. I miss Gorgeous Dave who has sadly disappeared off the radar this year.
I’m a bit short of novelty veg photos for the flower show. It’s August 1st today and the show is in three weeks ! So if anyone has an artistic bent please send me your entries. I will exhibit them here before judging.
Weaver is doing ok. She’s suffering from fatigue which, for a person in her situation , is normal but terribly debilitating to say the least.
She waves a hand from North Yorkshire
Come From Away is a musical everyone can identify with because it just about ordinary people caught up in something bigger than their lives have ever experienced before. For those few that don’t know, it centres upon the subsequent efforts by the 6 thousand strong local Canadians to process, feed, clothe and support several thousand people ( and animals) from all around the world who had been grounded in Gander , Newfoundland after the 9/11 bombings.
Wisely, the ensemble cast centre itself on half a dozen people from the planes A gay couple from Los Angeles, a stiff Brit who falls for a gentle American Texan woman, the first female American Airlines pilot, an AfroAmerican woman waiting to hear about her son, a fireman in New York City all have their lives changed by the kindness of strangers and it these true life kindnesses that make the audience cry again and again because we all know that they are real and live within each one of us
At the end, as in every performance nationwide, the audience stood as one and cheered.
They were cheering not only for the experience of an uplifting and likeable musical
But for the fact, that all people, all of us, have the capacity for unselfish, altruistic kindness
And that’s a blessing.
I went to supervision this morning which was useful as we discussed transference and counter transference relating to my client
I bought itsu broth, noodles and vegetables for support and a punnet of grapes for lunch.
Tonight I’m going to see Come From Away, and so I know it is a paperwork and Flower Show catch up day. There was a bag on the kitchen wall, left over the weekend. A simple canvas bag decorated with a square of ordinance survey map of Trelawnyd and its surrounds. I have no idea who sent it, but a big thank you is there for the taking.
I sorted out my on line banking (a nightmare) then set up pages of the village websites and Facebook publicising the show. I collected meds for a neighbour, delivered a score of schedules before having cheese and crackers , with salmon and tomatoes drizzled in olive oil.
As the Welsh watched
Sharing the odd piece of salmon as a treat
The village looks glorious what with Milenka le Vay ‘s planters in full bloom around the telephone box and the pond , clean and ready for its next visitors
Bloody hell, Jill Archer ( Patricia Green) sounded frail on The Archer’s last night.
It doesn’t sound like the actress will survive long enough to win the Victoria Sponge at the Flower And Produce show this year, which is sad
All this Olympic chatter reminds me of the world student games which was held in Sheffield in 1991.
I was one of the 25 thousand capacity audience at the Don Valley Stadium who saw former Astronaut Helen Sharman DROP and EXTINGUISH the flame before reaching the bloody cauldron .
Oh God she must have felt dreadful !
The crowds, as I recall were kind.
See below Student Games Memory number two!!!
I love embarrassing stories. This one is an old one but I think it's worth repeatingBack in 1991 I was celebrating the multicultural social events organised in Sheffield when the World Student Games were held in the city.
I went with a friend to the Crucible Theatre which was hosting a free night of folk music and dance (in the foyer!)...as usual I was dressed down for the event (t shirt and ripped jeans! - remember the fact I had ripped jeans on) but as the whole event was very relaxed I kind of blended in! Anyhow I remember sitting on the steps of the bar looking down at the singers and crowds below..and one guy, who was sitting at a table with some friends caught my eye! I looked at him.....he looked at me! and suddenly I thought "my lucks in!!!" Anyhow this game of glances carried on for a while ( I remember the guy looked a little like a bearded Jake Gyllenhall) and I did that half smile and hair toss flirting thing! before I caught sight of him downing his pint then weave his way through the tables to walk to where I was sat up on the stairs! He leaned over slowly so I could smell his after shave and whispered gently into my ear "Hey mate...I wanted to tell you that you have a rip in your jeans and one of your b*lls is sticking out!"...he suddenly left and went to sit down again!! What happened to me?..........well I died .....died in a pool of rancid shame
I’m slightly pissed off
A sunny day reported and I’m on nights again .
The garden looks lovely,
Slightly damp but colourful
I made scrambled eggs and put my face to the sun until I fell asleep
