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[09 Dec 2004|08:45am] |
Well...yes...the panto...so how was it?
Well, in all honesty...it wasn't very bad. It wasn't spectacular...but it wasn't bad either. On one hand, you see...you have the kids, who almost without exception were brilliant, especially...er.."Big Jon" who was delightfully expressive and cheekily sarcastic; on the other hand, you have Ollie...a git in red, who acted the entire evening as if he was one of those plastic flowers that waver slightly whenever music is played, shoved into a bullfighter's flag. Phoebe was no better, displaying all the panto cheer of an upright newt dressed in boots and a green tunic, trying to be a vaguely sexed up Robin Hood. Please...no more.
Perhaps oddly or not, Steve was great as the grimacing Sheriff of Nottingham, and Ruth as his sidekick displayed truely unique character...and their scenes actually raised a chortle...
So you'd have to say it was an uneasy match of good performances and poorly cast "for the sake of it" lazy, lumpen, tedious performers. But I did like much about it, which is an expectation I did not have prior to seeing it. Chavs did their best to destroy the proceedings by hammering on the doors and windows and going "UGH" a lot, but everybody enjoyed themselves, which really is the point I guess.
Went to the Bell after, sat amongst the throng until closing, getting warmly smashed.
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[09 Dec 2004|09:19am] |
More "Advent Children" backgrounds, then. This one's of Tifa....who has obviously remembered that she forgot to get a multipack of crisps for the party. Silly video game woman.
Anyway, today's work...pretty much. As Christmas approaches there will be a lot more of this, so it's best not to get annoyed about it...more sighingly resigned.
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[09 Dec 2004|11:14am] |
"Hello?"
"Yeah, is that Neil?"
"Yeah."
"Hi, it's Andy"
"Hi mate...."
"You alright?"
"Yeah, cheers..you?"
"yeah...could you do me a favour?"
"Yep...sure.."
"Could you go into the pharmacist..."
"Yeah...pharmacist..."
"yeah..and get me a pregnancy test..."
"....eh?"
"only joking...."
"Heh..knew you were....Andy...pregnant I thought? But he's a man!"
"Yeah...hehh..no I do need you to go in there though, get me twenty Syndol"
It's all happening here, folks.
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[09 Dec 2004|11:17am] |
Okay, it's time I washed up for the mass. I shall return later with any luck...for now...keep yer eyes to the skies, and yer pies in yer eyes.
GET OUT!
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[09 Dec 2004|04:39pm] |
Well...welcome....one and all...knock around with a ball...
Forty one people at lunch, but still a muscle straining and soul draining crawl...I was late out again and for what? Nothing. I'm now very frisky and wanting. And not of a nice cup of tea. I have that already. Yer giant slimers.
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[09 Dec 2004|04:44pm] |
Quite looking forward to tonight, really....nine booked in...and with the panto's second night the pub will be reasonably shouty and not simply packed with middle aged one dimensional holes.
The playhouse brings various folk, young and old into our pub with it...and it's really rather cheery in there...just the atmoshpere is excellent..there's something about squeezing to the bar and having to shout for once.
It's a contrast, folkeys.
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[09 Dec 2004|06:59pm] |
Ok, some fish fingers, then back to work. Not much time to spend talking to you lot. So check out some penguins in the back pages! Skit!
Bye for now.
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