Stomp!

Wow, I'm really on a roll with the whole blog thing this week!

I went to see Stomp today (as an aside, I did get lost looking for the theatre, BUT I also found myself stumbling across the infamous Cybercandy a.k.a. Twinkie store! So we were lost but had Hersheys Kisses to keep our strength up). When we eventually reached the theatre, we found that we had really good seats (considering they were very cheap- front row, upper circle). And the show was AMAZING. I tend to fall in love with every show I go to see, but it really was incredible. The performers didn't say a word throughout the show, but somehow they managed to make it hilarious, just through the routines and the expressions on their faces! They made instruments out of dustbin lids, plungers, brooms, matchboxes, newspapers, and even kitchen sinks tied round their necks... very impressive.

Unfortunately I have a rather bad cough at the moment, and it always seemed to be during the rare, very quiet moments that I would explode in a fit of coughing after trying to hold it in. I spent most of the perfomance thinking 'I hate people like me' so goodness knows what the poor people around me were feeling. Especially when I never felt as much as a tickle during the deafening crashing of dustbins or stamping of feet... law of sod, that.

Another thing ticked off on my list of things to do before I'm 30...

Ok, so I haven't actually made a list. But if I did have a list, then riding to Brighton in a stretch limo/hummer would definitely be on there! This bank holiday a friend from work turned 30, and 14 of us planned a surprise limo journey to Brighton for the weekend. We told her we were going in a minibus, and to be honest she was a bit slow on the uptake. When it arrived she said (with a rather confused expression on her face) 'That's a big minibus!' Then, a few minutes later 'It looks more like a limo!' She was still referring to it as a minibus even when the chauffeur opened the door for us and we climbed in...

Anyway, I'd never been in a limo before, and I wasn't disappointed. There were two large screens for watching films, comfy leather seats and an awesome music system! However on the way home on Monday most of us slept the whole way, which feels like a bit of a waste. The next thing to do on my imaginary list is to ride an elephant...

Yesterday, I managed to get lost in London for about the millionth time. Every time I go into London (which is quite regularly!) I end up ringing someone asking for directions. On this particular occasion I was meeting up with two of the girls from uni, and we had a lovely time. Unfortunately we chatted so much on the tube that we subconsciously got off the train, up the stairs, through the barrier and out onto the street before realising that none of us had any idea which station we had got off at! Unbelievable. Then we got lost trying to find Primark, we walked and walked (counting 4 underground stations on the way) before discovering we were going in the wrong direction. And it was raining. We eventually gave in and got the central line just in time for rush hour (people that read John's blog will know just how horrible that experience is...) I really think I've got my comeuppance for the Twinkie incident!

Tomorrow I'm going to London again to see Stomp! Am very excited, it's had really good reviews and I'm looking forward to seeing how the musicians can make music out of household objects. Not so much looking forward to trying to find the theatre, especially as I'm going with my friend Meg, who is more clueless than me. Making me the responsible one by default. In the past year I've managed to get lost finding theatres for The Lion King, Chicago, Les Mis and Evita.

There's no hope...

Just a quickie...

Here are a few photos from Grease:

Guess the importance of the photo on the bottom left. Yes, that's right... Jan is eating a Twinkie. (You really could tell in the audience, the photo just isn't that clear).

And you've got to admit, the cars are pretty cool.

Knightmare...

Apologies for lack of posting lately, I really haven't had anything interesting to say... but then today I found something worth blogging about. I discovered YouTube.

Now, I know I'm really behind with the times and that I'm probably preaching to the converted, so I won't dwell on that fact alone. No, what really made the discovery amazing was being able to watch old clips from Knightmare! From my childhood I remember it being the most technologically advanced, terrifying, exciting show ever made. Watching it now, I'm glad to say that I wasn't disappointed. Click on the link on the right hand side of this page (for some reason the video then magically appears at the top of the page all big, not sure why but I'm quite pleased with myself). It really is scary stuff... I used to believe whole heartedly that the boy in the helmet actually did fall down the hole/get eaten by goblins/perished in a blackened room. Admittedly, the graphics aren't the most realistic, but in those days it was pretty incredible. I also remember this very episode, worrying about David and imagining him all alone, with his helmet on, stuck in this room whilst everybody else went home... still brings a tear to my eye now!

Whilst nipping back to the early 90's, I also discovered the theme song to my other favourite show (I think I was a bit older by this time), Sister Sister! That programme rocked.

Please spare a thought for me over the next couple of days... after the stress of Grease I am now about to unveil my first class assembly to the rest of the school! We're doing 'The Owl Who Was Afraid Of The Dark' (another nostalgia moment, I'm just full of them at the minute!) and trying to get 6-7 year olds to recite lines whilst acting as barn owls is no mean feat, let me tell you. Especially when Mummy Owl keeps drowning out Plop because she believes that I have made the biggest casting error in history by choosing someone else as the main part.

At least there are no props this time...