You know how I like to end my year with a goodbye / round-up post … Tracey’s Oscar speech of sorts. Well here is this years offering …
[you can read last years post // HERE]
It’s slightly earlier than usual because there’s a rumour we may be going away. I say maybe because it’s the 20th December and nothing has been booked as yet ! Even by Michael’s standards that’s leaving it late.
I feel like I’ve not really spoken to you much recently [ missed me?] but I’m back today to rectify that with a lovely little theatre review.
Don’t get excited folks , well DO actually because what I’m reviewing is fabulous.
I mean I’m no ‘fancy talking’ theatre reviewer. I’m just your average ‘Joe Soap’ who happens to love the theatre. I suppose we ultimately do the same thing … I’m just less ‘lovey darling’ and more Pulps Common People. This is one of the main reasons why I LOVE the theatre ; it appeals to all. There’s no snobbery. It’s pure escapism.
Last night the lovely Ellie invited myself and my plus one, Jo, to a bloggers event she was hosting . It’s the first one The Crucible have put on and Ellie did them proud.
If your not familiar with Sheffield let me enlighten you.
When I was a little girl I knew Christmas was on its way because of numerous events that happened in our house-hold.
For starters mum pouring herself a large Bailey’s, popping on a Christmas CD while excitedly putting up and decorating the tree was a definite giveaway. Red and gold, always red and gold.
My grandad coming to stay with us for a few nights signalled Santa wasn’t far away at all. I loved my Grandad staying. He let us drink sherry [ a tiny glass] and stay up late.
Dad would always plump for a massive turkey [ I swear it was bigger than my head] which Mum always cooked on Christmas Eve. They were an extremely sociable ‘Mum and dad’ who had friends & neighbours back after the pub for turkey sandwiches, more drink and frivolity.
Grandad smoked a pipe.
The combined smell that wafted around the house during that time was Christmas.
Turkey and tobacco.
It lingered on everything. It was comforting, familiar. It was Christmas. I wish I could have bottled it up.
When the bumper Christmas edition Radio Times eventually got delivered Mark [my brother ] and I would fight over, then flick through it excitedly ear-marking programmes we wanted to watch.
Mark was the blue marker, I was usually pink.
Along with ‘Jason and the Argonauts’ and ‘Spartacus’… ‘The Wizard of Oz’ was always highlighted in both blue and pink as one of the must watch films, something we agreed on for once! Continue reading
I went to the theatre last night to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. I just love the theatre, to me there’s just something so romantic and special about it.
You get dressed up. You go and you lose yourself for a few hours. There maybe tears, lots of laughter or even a bit of both.
I arrived to meet the lovely Louise [ northerninteriorgirl blog] at our ‘meeting place’ very early. I hate being late [something I tend to do a lot when the BF is involved. I swear he would be late to his own funeral] I get so anxious about where I’m going to park , how I’m going to get to where I’m going, etc etc that I always set off in plenty of good time. You know just incase
Anybody else get like this or is it just me?
Sheffield is currently like one big building site; you can guarantee that whatever route you intended on taking it has either been closed or diverted.
