Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
But, somehow, everyone washes up in Millbrook eventually. This is a universal truth, acknowledged by almost all.
Word of Millbrook and the comings and goings of some of its inhabitants and those of Millbrooker Towers in particular has reached the far shores of the east, and I'm grateful for the comment left on the "my very favourite photo" post (2 below)....
"I love readding, and thanks for your artical........................................."
This is from 睡衣, whom I must assume is not from Millbrook.
I have no idea whether 睡衣 is my reader's real name, or an internet pseudonym but as it translates from Cantonese as "pyjamas" or from Japanese as "cloth sleepwear", I'd guess the latter.
I've been doing so again this morning during all-to-frequent displacement activities from learning the myriad lines in the forthcoming production.
Often I think they must go away quite disappointed; I can't imagine for a moment that the eager searcher on Google looking for "French bird" actually wanted my shots of a northern wheatear in autumn plumage. Nonetheless, that's what he/she ended up with.
Nor indeed can I believe that the person who, at five past ten last night, sat in front of their computer and typed into Google's search bar "tricia stubberfield nude photos" was overjoyed to find themselves guided to the post only two below featuring this decidedly non-nude photo and not a sign of the delightful (certainly when clothed, I've never experienced the nude version) Ms S to be seen...A decent excuse to publish my favourite photo again, though.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I'll write some more about the panto as soon as I can and I'll be recording the Insight Adventure for Insight Radio about the experience on this coming Thursday for probable broadcast on Friday.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I learnt more about acting in that 90 minutes than I've learnt in the last 20 years. I'm a good amateur; I've got miles to travel before I'm employable in the professional ranks (my words, not Janey's - she never uttered a discouraging word), but I'm strapping on the walking boots and exercising the hitch-hiking thumb muscles. I'll give it a damned good try.
My team of minders awaited my descent from the eaves of the Dance Attic in the ground floor cafe... ...and one cup of coffee later we reversed the London-bound rail journey to Bath and made our way, using the world's oldest mode of transport , back to Milly and Trickers' place for a very welcome cuppa before heading out for yet another slap-up feed. I think I might avoid the scales for a week or two.
Friday morning saw us driving around Nailsea, Clevedon and Portishead doing our impressive Dong impersonations by throwing beermats at bemused publicans in each of these Somerset towns before finally heading to the relative tranquility of Milly and Tricker's pad in our old stamping ground of Bath and a scrummy evening meal of slow roasted pork belly, prepped by Trickers' own fair paws. (My goodness, what a long sentence that was, I'm quite out of puff after writing it). Lacking any photos of Trickers' culinary handiwork, we'll just have to content ourselves with a shot of Mrs The Millbrooker in Milly and Trickers' living room.Now, Saturday got quite exciting, but I'll leave that for another time.
Monday, February 08, 2010
In true Grumpy style I'm therefore throwing a hissy fit and publishing a couple of shots of the recent rehearsals, kindly donated by Earl Rodney (look, if I'm Grumpy then the rest of the so-and-so's are being called by their characters' names as well).
Just to remind anyone who wants to go but hasn't yet got a ticket - you need to move fast now. Thursday 18th is already sold out, including the extra seating nailed to the rafters. Wednesday 17th is quite full, but you can probably still get a ticket if you're quick: try Widdicombe's or the Spar in Millbrook or The Rising Sun or Cross Keys in Kingsand / Cawsand. There are still seats left for the opening night, Tuesday 16th.
The show is at 7:30 in the evening at The Energy Room, Maker. The Random Arms will be open from 6 o'clock for early arrivals many of whom might think it a good idea to have a couple of stiff ones before taking their seats.
Meanwhile, here's possibly the largest Grumpy yet known to thespianism patiently waiting in line to appear before an expectant crowd of fellow pantomimers.And in rather becoming close up, demonstrating a finely tuned gold mining technique with plywood and hazel stick pick-axe (Sneezy is next to yours truly, with Bashful just behind).Eventually, we were allowed onto the stage, where we rehearsed very hard by saying things that approximated the wording of the script in roughly the right places, and doing so several times before singing lots of dwarf-like songs.The eagle-eyed amongst you might notice that Grumpy is not actually the tallest dwarf on show. Dopey shades it by an inch or so.
What seems like half a lifetime ago, I mashed up a few pounds of blackberries, poured hot water all over them, added yeast and a few other mysterious chemicals from the Almanac of the Vignoble's Art.
The resultant mush was strained delicately through a (washed) pair of Mrs The Millbrooker's old tights and bunged into a demijohn for a while to bubble away through an airlock.
Last night, after a marathon six hour rehearsal session of being Grumpy (note capital "G") in the bracing atmosphere of Maker's Energy Room, and also after a pint or three at the D&C whilst in full dwarf costume, I breached a bottle of the pale red liquid. Hmmm - decent colour if I do say so myself.Mrs The Millbrooker took camera-controlling duties because she reckoned I should try the stuff first. So I did.Closely followed by the lady of the establishment.At the risk of blowing my own, so to speak ("do you ever do much else?" I hear the cry from the cheap seats, to which I reply "Fie! to thee, groundlings!"), the stuff is bloomin' delicious. And quite decently alcoholic, too. There's a a couple of glasses left from the first bottle; I think they'll disappear rather rapidly after dinner this evening before my ridiculously early bedtime courtesy of a week of early shifts - boo!
*now - about that song I mentioned...
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
"Bern has been on his travels, this time to rural Leicestershire and the Great Central Railway Winter Steam Gala in particular. On Sat 30 Jan in freezing temperatures but glorious winter sunshine, ex LMS "Jubilee" class no 5690 passes Kinsley Lane with a train from Loughborough Central to Leicester North. Railways as they should be. Bernard. "
Almost needless to say, Bern has got yet another smashing shot in his collection, which I hope you enjoy as much as I do:See more of Bern's work by clicking here or by using the permanent link in the column on the right.
Here's Dong fondly fondling a bottle of his favourite substance (in this instance it's a Red Leb, kindly donated by Jenny). I know what you're thinking: "Red Leb doesn't come in a bottle, it's a rather pungent and effective resin". Assuming you are thinking that, you're obviously a stoner (or an ex-stoner) who is familiar with the huge varieties of smokables that used to be freely available in one's dim and distant youth; Black Moroccan, Rocky, Acapulco Gold.... ah, dreamy and (very) hazy days of yore...
But, as so oft before, I digress. The Red Leb in question is a fine bottle of Hochar from the oft war-torn Lebanon. Lebanese wine making is very old art indeed; the country lays claim to the location of the first New Testament miracle at the modern town of Qana, you know (and, no - the fact that I have a moderate knowledge of theology does not make me a believer). Indeed Lebanese wines were highly sought after throughout the known world in ancient times.
The bottle in the shot above was the second of two; both yummy and both gratefully received down the gullets of us thirsty Millbrookian types.
Dinner, as cooked and served by Shazzerooneypoos, was a very scrummy fish pie and freshly shelled peas (I'm told that Dong was given the task of pea shelling - a fine piece of physiotherapy, I'm sure).We made fairly short work of Little Lush Lewis's fine main course cooking skills and moved on to a scrummity pudding: peach and ginger fool. Naturally, Auntie Sharon couldn't stop herself giving the pud a smiley face.The small (but most select) gathering was augmented at a later hour by J.Edgar and his paramour Catherine. J.Edgar, you might recall, joined the navy back in the summer and is now doing specialist training inside deepest enemy territory (near Redruth) before receiving whatever posting the people with sparkly scrambled egg on their shoulders decide to give him.You'll be unsurprised to learn that the evening wore on and much bollocks was talked as we worked our way heroically through a decent bottle of Cru Cantemerle and then another red liquid of which I forget the provenance (this is, after all, following the Red Leb x 2).
As with nearly all such occasions, the evening drew to a close and Mrs The Millbrooker took me home before I had to be removed in disgrace. Many thanks to Shazzerooneypoos for cooking and hosting, we had a grand old time.
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
However, for your delight and delectation, I have uploaded fifty odd photos of last Sunday's bitingly cold rehearsal at Maker Camp of the forthcoming spectacular Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.
Here's an example of just how exciting it can be as the opening number begins to take shape:The link to all the photos is at the bottom of this post. If any cast members want a full sized copy of any of the photos, just let me know by email and I'll happily send them to you.
Meanwhile for everyone else - here's another publicity attempt:
Dong and Shazzerooneypoos - please let me know what night you'd like to go; Frankenkeith has already paid, and will help to form a party...
And so, for cast members and anyone curious (or bored) enough to want to see loads of shots of people rehearsing: click here. The photos are of Act 1 only, because I'm on stage during Act 2 and for obvious reasons can't do camera duties.
I will be adding to the photo archive of the show as we go along, so do keep checking.