Rained Orf

So today I went to my allotment. And then I came home because it was raining (it was only spitting when I left home). Someone at the allotment asked if I had brought the rain with me. Which was nice of them.

My significant other told me, as I admitted my not so well hidden jealousy of the retired allotmenteers who can go any day of the week and aren’t forced to wait until weekends and try and squeeze in precious digging time in between all the myriad chores that have to wait to the weekend to be done, and then get sad because its raining on their little bit of green time, that it actually does rain more on the weekends. He says they said so on QI.



Rapunzel Rapunzel…….

So ages and ages (about 8 months) ago, so long ago I had totally forgotten about it, I had suggested to a friend that we should go see Rapunzel http://www.balletlorent.com/rapunzel.html when it came to Manchester. I had just read about how Carol Ann Duffy was writing a ballet of the fairy tale. And this seemed like a good thing. Anyhow about a month ago said friend rang me up and stated that it was coming to Manchester and did I want to go see it at the Lowry on a Sunday afternoon? Cue 27th April 3pm the Lowry, friend, friends mum and myself walk into a matinee full of little girls. I hadn’t realised it was going to be a family friendly production with an outreach/educative programme that had involved local families and children. I wasn’t sure, I hadn’t realised that it wouldn’t have live music, so that was kind of obvious in retrospect as it was in the little theatre at the back of the building, (it did have an amazing recorded track with voiceover (which I couldn’t work out if it was recorded or live).). But it was okay I was with friends and it couldn’t be so long if all these kids were here I figured, but then it turned out to be brilliant and incredibly moving. So that was good. It was family friendly, it was also really dark, exploring what happens to the parents whos baby is taken by the witch, becoming a story about loss, as well as desire (for a child) and the passage of time (something trite about how time gives while taking away, choose your instagram favourite of the mo). And at the end of the day it had some sort of aggressive turtle tortoise familiars for the witch. A witch who glided eerily by on rollerskates with her frankly disturbing attack tortoises. I was happy. The sets were great. The costumes were great. Amazing shadow scenes were thrown from the wrought iron look set which was fully integrated into the choreography. Everything was just really thoughtful and of superb quality, the costumes by the GOT designer were great. You get the picture.

P.S I wrote this a really long time ago…. Possibly years… I logged back on today for the first time in a long while and decided to just hit publish on this loitering theatre review. Maybe it will give me enough head space to actually write something else. Something about what I did today perhaps. Anyway, ciao bella. Speak soon and all that.