Life should be a happy medium between fun and the stay at home nights, the frantic and the exciting and the small release of comfort which comes from looking back on the day, catching up with small jobs and the odd glass of your favourite tipple whilst you relax, look around with a careful eye at your own kingdom and take stock.
There are always seems to be a sense of the mystical allure when you meet a writer that arguably no other profession can carry, people don’t tend to meet someone at a party who gets up at four o’ clock in the morning and spends a whole day on a farm and has to deal with government interference about quotas and crop rotation, by saying to them, I have always wanted the romance of own animals in my life. Yet there always is a yearning to tell a writer that you have always wanted to be one. Not realising that the act of writing itself is in fact the closest occupation that mimics life and death.
The glitz and the glamour of the cabaret night, the well rehearsed, the dancing troop, the possibility of magic on stage ever hanging in the air like the illusion of petals on string or the blown glitter to distract you from the sleight of hand; all these moments make the eager performance of the cabaret a wonderful night out.
It is one of the greatest of institutions and something that arguably the rest of the world wished it had, it has suffered terribly by lack of faith, investment and the vultures of capitalism who decry its very existence as socialist and meaningless unless it makes someone a pile of money, it’s aim is to teach, to aid the afflicted and ease the pressure on modern life; theatre is like the N.H.S. that other great British invention, it works so well because those who use it, care.
Some people are born to be remembered forever, a few are so special in their chosen field that their very name is enough to evoke images far beyond what could be considered extraordinary, they talk a great game, they have the passion to back it up and they can command absolute love and attention from all quarters; they might be bombastic, deemed arrogant by many, however they are assured their place in history and for Brian Howard Clough, history is assured.
Cast: Nick Sheedy, Adam Nicholls, Callum Forbes, Faye Caddick, Samantha Walton.
There are two ways to look at the situation imposed on students graduating from University as we stumble headlong along the 21st Century road, one train of thought regarded by those who perpetuate the myth that education should be paid for in excess of debt by those receiving it and the more honest approach of those who understand that by burdening the individual with liability that far outweighs the gain, is utterly and irresponsibly wrong.
Cast: Samantha Walton, Adam Nicholls, Niall Hogan, Warren Kettle, Megan Bond, Callum Forbes, Nick Sheedy.
Be careful who you let in, that knock at the door as you hide in safety in a sanctuary, huddled together with strangers as mysterious lights and deadly rays fill the sky; when the world experiences a phenomena it cannot explain, not only does life’s companion Death come to take you by the hand, but the nagging thought that the mischievous, malicious and malign could call round to join in the fireworks is very much a certainty.
Cast: Nick Sheedy, Michael Hawkins, Warren Kettle, Tom Silverton, Freddie Johnson, Adam Nicholls, Michael J. Treanor, Niall Hogan, Phil Bulman, Calen Griffin, Callum Forbes, Daniel Carmichael.
Straight up black comedy has the major issue of sometimes alienating those that dare take in a night of theatre; the unsuspecting audience not quite aware of what to expect, the references, the journey to a different place and one in which darkness prevails, the under culture of which many are drawn because it allows for a different kind of narrative to be explored.
It is perhaps possible to watch the news and see an item, a report on a camp somewhere in the world, and feel more than moved, beyond horrified at the images of the refugees caused by war, famine and any number of natural and man-made disasters. For a while you feel their pain, you write social media messages of support, tweet angry messages which all boil down to the same thing, something must be done, and then you move on, you don’t forget entirely but human existence as it is, it just goes to the back of the mind and stays there till the next humanitarian disaster comes along.
Time is perpetually offering the same kind of scenario to people, to humanity, it is just the view point and the way it is observed that changes, History doesn’t so much as repeat itself but has the hallmarks of constant rehashing and frightening ability to make us understand that as a species with so much going for us, so much potential to grow and bond, we keep making the same mistakes and wondering why our planet is ultimately doomed.