"Some Quick Scribblings"

I've neglected Blog again....but I'm now having a few quick scribblings on the keys again!

Earlier this week, I went to the Theatre Club* for its annual "Play Tasting"; the directors talk about their play choices for next season. And again, there's a wide mix, including David Hare's "Amy's view", "Ladies Day" by Amanda Whittington ( in Victoria Wood vein, perhaps??) and Noel Coward's "Hay fever"....which its director clearly adores......AND like all the Theatre Club directors, her enthusiasm will be extremely contagious to cast and audience alike.

SO THAT'S just three of the six plays and they're fabulous contrasts. And the Little Theatre goes from strength to strength; most performances are swiftly booked up and the audiences provide positive feedback which is usually highly complementary.....

AND A BIG PLUS IS: the lovely mix of actors ages...

Last week's vivid performance of Noel Coward's " Relative Values" included ( amongst others, my husband, who shall remain ageless) pretty Zoe, just 16, in the midst of her GCSE, some lively 30 somethings ( including red head Sophie, who superbly played a brilliantly loopy actress ) and a very stately " Admiral" ....who collects his pension as well as his dramatic accolades...

AND they all appear to gel so well!

ALSO recently: I had another visit to "Zest!" ( Gill McEvoy and friends poetry bash) at a local bar; this session, we were entertained by John Lindley ( an ex Cheshire Poet Laureate) and Jo Bell ( 2007) plus many folk from the floor. Again, there were talented teenagers as well as the seriously mature...and the breadth/depth of the poetry is enormous, which gives everyone a chance to "share", to be encouraged, enjoyed. I hope this little city appreciates Zest.....because it's fun and this time, three distinct themes emerged: gardens, grandfathers and cats!

SO PERHAPS some talented poet can link all three into one clever poem....

* http://www.chestertheatreclub.co.uk/

"Things I Have Been Doing Lately" ***( With thanks to the wonderful Alan Ahlberg)

But first, before all that : Here's Yoko Ono on her recent visit to Liverpool, when she appeared at the newly furbished Bluecoat Centre, 40 years after her original visit. She's pictured in the Bluecoat's courtyard, standing beside a tree of swishing, glittering lilacs....except, no, it ISN'T lilac, it's small pieces of paper adorned with messages and wishes made and written by numerous Liverpudlians. A lovely idea, and I read some, and they were moving, humourous, tragic, heart warming; you got the lot ( rather like the myriad of peoples of this famous old city...)

Last week, a friend and I enjoyed a Jolly to L'pool. Our first stop WAS the Bluecoat, where we perused galleries, admired the refurbishment. The Bluecoat's now a super arts space, with open areas, small, informal ones; it'll suit exhibitions, meetings, it will cater for all sorts. And yes, lunch WAS delicious ( always a priority) served in a classy top floor bar/restaurant with wooden floors, dark decor....by a pretty ginger haired waitress with posh voice (bright as lemons)...who made us feel like visiting film stars.

And after the Bluecoat, we took a stroll to the Walker, where we saw the "Art in the Age of Steam" Ex; it's there til Aug 10th.
I'd expected dryness, I'd expected boredom...but in each room, we woke memories.... and sometimes we celebrated. Often we stared at characters peopling fabulous stories and sometimes we glimpsed the history of an essential mode of transport steaming through Britain, Europe, Asia, the Americas.
We saw paintings by Monet ( swirling smoke, St Lazaire).... by Manet ( girl, peering through railings, also St Lazaire).... we saw Frith's crowds at Paddington, their faces telling countless stories.....so that in Liverpool, in 2008, we peered hard into the picture, imagined we recognised people we knew........and then we saw Honore Daumier's 3rd Class carriage, where three dowdy women travelled in gloom, where life itself was depicted as the sad cycle of generations, journeying on and on ...
But sometimes the images were glorious, they sang of optimism, then sometimes they were merely a whisper....but always, they moved us, .....and that night when I was sleeping, I heard the whistle of a train hurtling through a dream and I was very glad I'd been....

**** The title of this piece refers to Ahlberg's poem " Things I have been doing lately". He lists lots of stuff his 10 yr old self has been up to....stuff like " Eating my own cheeks from the inside" OR " Keeping a good dream going" OR " Picking a scab on my elbow" OR even "Saving the best to last"... I've "done" adult versions with my writing groups ( you can imagine the results!!) but today I was just going to list stuff I've done since last blogging...BUT ( Hmm) as usual, I got carried away and have only had time for just ONE thing ....More later (hopefully/perhaps..)