Sunday, June 19, 2016

Act Your Age - Not Likely!

So, it is over, weeks and weeks of learning words, songs, dance steps. Weeks and weeks of not acting my age, just for the sheer hell of it. I finally got my act together for the last night of a 3 night run at the Academy Theatre, last night. Yes, it was hard work, but I enjoyed every minute. Would I do it again? Not this side of Christmas. Here are a few pictures:

 Grumpy old women. Act Your Age the Musical.
And Glamour 

There is always a nurse!

And football supporters


Not acting our age!

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Sharing a changing room

And Cheeky Men too!
Whatever will I do next? I've got a list of things so I'm not going to be bored. Watch this space.

It is Fathers' Day today, so to celebrate, here is a poem I have written about my Daddy. We are a close family and I loved my Daddy so much. He worked on the railway.

Daddy


I don’t like your whiskers, rough on my cheek,
or the smell of your breath, that sometimes reeks
of smoke, or beer, or, on occasion kippers,
and, I hate the stink of your old brown slippers.

I loathe the stench of your coat even more,
it reminds me of festering garden manure,
it whiffs of paraffin, old painting rags,
that diesel-oil waft of your stop-go flags.

and greasy brill cream in your hair, what’s that?
A sticky slick on the rim of your hat:
flat streaky strands on a shiny smooth dome,
stains on the pillow, globules in your comb.

Your hands look like you’ve been digging holes
In the garden, fingers dirty as moles.
But when your shift is over, and you’re back
like Daddy-bear black with grime from the track,

and you slip your work-bag onto the floor,
hang your coat on the hook behind the door,
sit at the table, rummage in your pocket,
bring out a bar of Cadbury’s milk chocolate,

something changes, your  fragrance turns sweet,
there are roses, red roses at your feet,
and I smile, you’re no longer a baddy,
all I can smell is my lovely Daddy.


And now I am going to make something hot for tea, the weather is quite cold today, and I need internal warmth.

I will leave this blog with just one more comment. The terrible news of the murder of Jo Cox has really shocked me. A young mother of two, a brilliant politician, and a caring person. The world has lost a very bright spark. RIP Jo Cox.

Talk soon,
Love to all,
Jane x









Monday, April 18, 2016

RENOVATION PROJECT NEAR BARNSLEY

As we were trekking through the woods the other day, we came across this very neglected house. Can it be saved? I hope it can, but fear not. Anyway, we had a delightful walk ending at Cawthorn. Now that's a place. We did manage a look around the garden centre, but not the Hall, not this time. I'm sure we will be back there though. The parkland was a joy to amble through, and the village church, although locked, was interesting to view from the outside.

 Fabulous Saxon cross.
Cross not as old as you think, Victorian.

Renovation Project



Squeezing through another style!

Well, that's me for today, I'll be back soon with more news from brilliant Barnsley. Loves Ya! Jane x

Sunday, April 10, 2016

It's Showtime in Birdwell

IT'S SHOWTIME!

As you can see, we all had lots of fun at the Academy Theatre in Birdwell, putting on the play, Up The Resistance, last week. We were directed by David Wrightam, who also wrote the play. The pictures speak for themselves.

 I played the part of Madam Dustere, the cleaner in a French brothel. 'Alo, Alo' She's a bit dotty, but saves the day, when the German's discover secret plans, and end up capturing an English officer and his accomplices. 


Now, see if you can spot the scarecrow - My David stood in at the last minute, as we were a member of cast short. He made an excellent scarecrow. Back row, third from the end, right.

And of course we ended the evening off in true Barnsley style, with bread and dripping. There was, of course, lots of other yummy nibbles on the buffet, all washed down with a pint of John Smiths from the bar.

And now it is on to the next David Wrightam play, another Sun, Sea, Sand and Crabs, this time set in Morocco (I think). Watch out for it in October. Before that I am going to be rehearsing for Act Your Age, a musical, also at the Academy Theatre, to be staged in June. It keeps me out of mischief.

Talk again soon, have a good week, all,
Love and hugs,
Jane x

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