Hokay. Today’s list of Ace Arts Things To Plug:
Number One. Paul Rainey and his “Book Of Lists”. Paul’s an MK-based cartoonist and illustrator and has recently published a collection of his short strips in book format, with some financial assistance from the wonderful Arts Gateway MK Litchritcher Panel. I was lucky enough to be allowed to borrow a copy to look at after we’d helped with the funding, and liked it so much it’s now on my Christmas list! You can see a few examples via the link above, but the book contains dozens of these funny, self-deprecating and all-too-human lists. I have definitely been there… and not just the “Note To Self: Stop Acting Gay” list! A definite must-read, as they say.
Number Two. “Taking It In”, a small poetry collection by a chap named C.P. Stewart, published by Koo Press (and which you can buy from their site using PayPal should you be so inclined). You might remember a few weeks back I glowed with Peelian pride at an email from C.P. thanking me for being the first ever poetry mag editor to publish his poetry? This is the collection I mentioned then, I’ve got my own copy now and everything.
Two of the three poems we published back in 07/08 are included here, and turn out to be more than representative of what makes C.P.s poetry so readable. His poems are short - on the whole – and mercifully free from the wordy clutter which makes some of the poems I get sent virtually unreadable. His style is clear and open, but thankfully also imaginative. Nature and the countryside are clearly in evidence – at least it feels that way to a city boy like me – but the relationships between people are at the centre of most of the poems. And rather than hammer home a context, they’re often approached from the obliquest* of angles... you can dig for your own meaning rather than just stand and watch.
All in all, I’m surprised I was the first editor to see something in these poems – they stand out from the average submission, and I’m hardly the shrewdest of operators. But then we poetry mag literary execs are a frantically busy breed… Maybe the others just weren’t paying proper attention!
Numbers Three & Four. Two of my current favourite local and local-related music acts - Project Wolverine and Felix – both have new albums out, and I dig them. But hey – this is not the place for me to wax lyrical about bands. Head over to The Dudebox and check out exackly what I think there…
* My spell-checker doesn’t like the word “Obliquest”! How then am I to describe something that is the most Oblique??? Fascist bully-boy!
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Monday, 9 November 2009
Jimmy Catarrh - Mon Nov 9
Man, it’s cold out at the moment, innit? Almost like it was November or somethink. And the heavy cold which has been hanging on me for a week now doesn’t show any signs of shifting – for the first time in a long time I start to think that Simon’s insistence we all retire to Sri Lanka might just have something in it after all.
So I didn’t manage to get to see the latest Peppermint Muse play like I wanted, and I spent a few hours beating myself up about that before emerging bullishly the other side with the viewpoint that when all’s said and done I do see an awful lot of local arts stuff. There’s no way on Earth I could ever manage to see everything that goes on in MK – even with a fully functioning immune system – much as I would love to!
And to win back some kudos points for myself I did manage to sniffle through the sixth Tongue In Chic poetry night last night – the final show of their fantastically successful first year in business. As usual I sat in the bar with Carolyn watching avidly through the door and fighting the bunged up head, and it was another perfectly pitched evening: mixing together the ever-improving local talent with national performers – including last night’s headliner, the properly famous (and very funny) Simon Munnery. And there’s the welcome return of the Poetry Kapow! on Friday night coming up too – man, with a poetry mag reaching 10 as well, the MK Poetry Scene really is spoiling you lucky lucky people, it really is!
So with my catarrhy head I’ve probably failed to mention a few other things I’ve done in the past week and a bit – this Blog really feels like it needs a few volts jolted through it at the moment, since the whole Monkey Kettle Is 10 novella I’ve been a bit sporadic. Time to start fixing that as we roll around to the Endgame of 2009! ;-)
The night before Halloween I found myself in the depth of the woods in Campbell Park dressed as a knight and sitting among the leaves with a pair of witches, waiting for children to scare. It struck me then as the darkness deepened that life was pretty good fun sometimes. Shame I was doing it for free, really – though I do have a Murder Mystery coming up for the first time in ages too.
Okay – what’s next? We’ve (finally!) got the second Monkey Kettle & Friends Rock CD pretty much done and dusted now, so I can get that to the CD company ASAP for sure. And there’ll be the new Vodka Boy album along with it too, it’s a twofer from Monkey Kettle Records this Christmas! Make sure you get a stocking big enough for so much rock! :-D
Next then… to the Dudebox for some more reviews I’ve got to write! I’m fast becoming a “effusive praiser of MK arts & music stuff for hire” – have boundless optimism, will opine!
So I didn’t manage to get to see the latest Peppermint Muse play like I wanted, and I spent a few hours beating myself up about that before emerging bullishly the other side with the viewpoint that when all’s said and done I do see an awful lot of local arts stuff. There’s no way on Earth I could ever manage to see everything that goes on in MK – even with a fully functioning immune system – much as I would love to!
And to win back some kudos points for myself I did manage to sniffle through the sixth Tongue In Chic poetry night last night – the final show of their fantastically successful first year in business. As usual I sat in the bar with Carolyn watching avidly through the door and fighting the bunged up head, and it was another perfectly pitched evening: mixing together the ever-improving local talent with national performers – including last night’s headliner, the properly famous (and very funny) Simon Munnery. And there’s the welcome return of the Poetry Kapow! on Friday night coming up too – man, with a poetry mag reaching 10 as well, the MK Poetry Scene really is spoiling you lucky lucky people, it really is!
So with my catarrhy head I’ve probably failed to mention a few other things I’ve done in the past week and a bit – this Blog really feels like it needs a few volts jolted through it at the moment, since the whole Monkey Kettle Is 10 novella I’ve been a bit sporadic. Time to start fixing that as we roll around to the Endgame of 2009! ;-)
The night before Halloween I found myself in the depth of the woods in Campbell Park dressed as a knight and sitting among the leaves with a pair of witches, waiting for children to scare. It struck me then as the darkness deepened that life was pretty good fun sometimes. Shame I was doing it for free, really – though I do have a Murder Mystery coming up for the first time in ages too.
Okay – what’s next? We’ve (finally!) got the second Monkey Kettle & Friends Rock CD pretty much done and dusted now, so I can get that to the CD company ASAP for sure. And there’ll be the new Vodka Boy album along with it too, it’s a twofer from Monkey Kettle Records this Christmas! Make sure you get a stocking big enough for so much rock! :-D
Next then… to the Dudebox for some more reviews I’ve got to write! I’m fast becoming a “effusive praiser of MK arts & music stuff for hire” – have boundless optimism, will opine!
Thursday, 5 November 2009
So Farewell Dude Ranch - Thu Nov 5
So… the end of an era! The Pennyland house into which me, James, Martin and Wayne moved in the Summer of 2004 – my last ever communal house (man, I hope!) – is finally going its separate ways. Over the last half a decade it’s been home to many of our closest pals (other housemates have included Helen, Giles, Gemma, Phil, Ian, Thomas and for a brief period in the final chapter, Chris Townsend!) and many of our greatest moments – so forgive an old soak his ramblings… here’s a brief elegy for the property which has been called, in its time, both “The Dude Ranch” and less famously “HeMaMarJam & The Mighty G”! ;-)
It was the house where Stone Circle rose and fell, and where Phil and I recorded “Don’t Let The Winter In”. The house where there was always pretty much a music studio / band rehearsal room out back, behind the kitchen. You could watch bands jamming through the little wooden hatch if you wanted. Or you could pass cups of tea or cans of beer through it too if you preferred.
It was the house where I drunkenly shouted at Dave Kane for being too friendly with James at a party – “who’s this beardy twat?” etc. And it was the house where Simon convinced Kali to kick him square in the balls. And it was the house where Corboz broke more than one plastic picnic chair at cheerful afternoon barbecues on non-consecutive occasions!
It was the house where I turned 30, staggering back after a night at our almost-local, “The Ship Ashore” in Willen and waking the next morning to find Underhill asleep in the doorway of my bedroom – head and torso in the room, legs on the landing. And it was the house where I lived when I went to America a few weeks later.
It was the house where I attempted my legendarily daft Sponsored Think. And it was the house where the two unforgettable Dudefests took place – the first in 2007 containing a Field Of Contemplation even though the Burger Van had been rained off, and the second in 2008 seeing one of only two ever live performances from the wilfully confusing “The Road To Corm”, as well as the debut of the fantabulous Stylophonics.
It was the house with James’ poster of US Presidents on the back of the toilet door, the house where we constantly argued over the quickest route through the maze of Pennyland to the Neath Hill shops. Which reminds me, must have one last Deep Fried Chicken In Chilli & Salt from the Neath Hill Chinese before the guys move out – that’s the nicest takeaway dish I’ve ever had in MK!
(salutes)
Anyone got any further memories to add in tribute? That can legally be published?
It was the house where Stone Circle rose and fell, and where Phil and I recorded “Don’t Let The Winter In”. The house where there was always pretty much a music studio / band rehearsal room out back, behind the kitchen. You could watch bands jamming through the little wooden hatch if you wanted. Or you could pass cups of tea or cans of beer through it too if you preferred.
It was the house where I drunkenly shouted at Dave Kane for being too friendly with James at a party – “who’s this beardy twat?” etc. And it was the house where Simon convinced Kali to kick him square in the balls. And it was the house where Corboz broke more than one plastic picnic chair at cheerful afternoon barbecues on non-consecutive occasions!
It was the house where I turned 30, staggering back after a night at our almost-local, “The Ship Ashore” in Willen and waking the next morning to find Underhill asleep in the doorway of my bedroom – head and torso in the room, legs on the landing. And it was the house where I lived when I went to America a few weeks later.
It was the house where I attempted my legendarily daft Sponsored Think. And it was the house where the two unforgettable Dudefests took place – the first in 2007 containing a Field Of Contemplation even though the Burger Van had been rained off, and the second in 2008 seeing one of only two ever live performances from the wilfully confusing “The Road To Corm”, as well as the debut of the fantabulous Stylophonics.
It was the house with James’ poster of US Presidents on the back of the toilet door, the house where we constantly argued over the quickest route through the maze of Pennyland to the Neath Hill shops. Which reminds me, must have one last Deep Fried Chicken In Chilli & Salt from the Neath Hill Chinese before the guys move out – that’s the nicest takeaway dish I’ve ever had in MK!
(salutes)
Anyone got any further memories to add in tribute? That can legally be published?
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
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Not that I need an excuse not to shave properly, but I'm taking part in Movember - grow a 'tache for Prostate Awareness. Before I go too much further, I really need to raise my own awareness about both prostates and generally how Movember's supposed to work, but I do believe you can already sponsor me at my "MoSpace":
http://uk.movember.com/mospace/72688
(nods head)
http://uk.movember.com/mospace/72688
(nods head)
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Oct News - Sat Oct 31
It is 2009 Anno Domini. The MGM heyday of Garland and Rooney is seventy years ago. Seventy. And yet the Mickster is COMING TO MK for Panto this year! I am genuinely excited – maybe I’ll even go to the Panto for the first ever time this year! Just to make the missus happy, you understand. That’s the reason. Nothing to do with some kind of psychological connection with Judy G at all. Oh no it isn’t etc.
The Prodigy are coming too, but somehow that’s not quite as exciting. I'm not sure how it can possibly feel like they've left it far too late in their career while Mickey Rooney's fine - but there you are!
In other news – an enthusiastic man called Phil has designed a blueprint for a city-wide tram system – but nope, it’s not who you think it is! ;-)
Here’s a list I don’t think I knew existed – MK Council’s chart of “20 Estates With Difficulties” for 2009 has revealed that Netherfield is currently the worst estate to live in. I suppose it’s not the sort of chart-topper you want to have, really. Still, good news for Beanhill, top (bottom?) dog in 2007 and 2008 and now down to #2! Also good news for amusingly-named outlying village Gayhurst, which turns out to be the best place to live. If you believe in this sort of list, anyway!
Apparently talks are underway to construct an “Angel of MK” somewhere up the Campbell Park end of the city which would be visible from the M1! That would be big! I shall be suggesting to the Council that due to their recent appalling mislabelling of my statue such an Angel, should it ever come to fruition, should have my face. It’s the least they can do.
Here’s a story which should split the Conservatives from the Liberals! Did these men not go far enough in their vigilante justice against these abhorrent hoodie menaces? Or are both groups equally terrible examples of over-aggressive personality traits? I’m still on the bridge about this one, can’t decide who’s worse.
I suppose we have to feature the bad news too – a violent robbery in a shop I’ve walked past dozens of times over the years; Midsummer Place-based Abercrombie & Fitch will only employ you if you’re a looker; and there’s dog-fighting on the Old Wolverton industrial estate!
But in more gratifyingly cheerful news, the dude from Dancing Brick whose brilliant show “21:13” entranced me at MADCAP last week has become the first recipient of what sounds like a great new prize from the MK Community Foundation – the Milton Keynes Arts Bursary Award. Usually I’d be stricken with jealousy and bitterness that I hadn’t even heard of such an award, let alone got a sniff of ten grand – but Dancing Brick was so spectacularly enthralling that I’m proper pleased for both him and it – and hope this ensures they’ll be back in MK performing again very soon!
And while I’m bigging up MK success stories, massive kudos to to Tim Searle and the Triffic team who are really on the map now! They bring hope to the least of us… i.e. me.
And finally… there was no news, either nationally or locally, concerning either Brian or Grahame this month. Though Brian did have a birthday and Grahame did come back from his cruise and bring me a doughnut. So that’s something at least.
Right then. November, ferchrissake!
The Prodigy are coming too, but somehow that’s not quite as exciting. I'm not sure how it can possibly feel like they've left it far too late in their career while Mickey Rooney's fine - but there you are!
In other news – an enthusiastic man called Phil has designed a blueprint for a city-wide tram system – but nope, it’s not who you think it is! ;-)
Here’s a list I don’t think I knew existed – MK Council’s chart of “20 Estates With Difficulties” for 2009 has revealed that Netherfield is currently the worst estate to live in. I suppose it’s not the sort of chart-topper you want to have, really. Still, good news for Beanhill, top (bottom?) dog in 2007 and 2008 and now down to #2! Also good news for amusingly-named outlying village Gayhurst, which turns out to be the best place to live. If you believe in this sort of list, anyway!
Apparently talks are underway to construct an “Angel of MK” somewhere up the Campbell Park end of the city which would be visible from the M1! That would be big! I shall be suggesting to the Council that due to their recent appalling mislabelling of my statue such an Angel, should it ever come to fruition, should have my face. It’s the least they can do.
Here’s a story which should split the Conservatives from the Liberals! Did these men not go far enough in their vigilante justice against these abhorrent hoodie menaces? Or are both groups equally terrible examples of over-aggressive personality traits? I’m still on the bridge about this one, can’t decide who’s worse.
I suppose we have to feature the bad news too – a violent robbery in a shop I’ve walked past dozens of times over the years; Midsummer Place-based Abercrombie & Fitch will only employ you if you’re a looker; and there’s dog-fighting on the Old Wolverton industrial estate!
But in more gratifyingly cheerful news, the dude from Dancing Brick whose brilliant show “21:13” entranced me at MADCAP last week has become the first recipient of what sounds like a great new prize from the MK Community Foundation – the Milton Keynes Arts Bursary Award. Usually I’d be stricken with jealousy and bitterness that I hadn’t even heard of such an award, let alone got a sniff of ten grand – but Dancing Brick was so spectacularly enthralling that I’m proper pleased for both him and it – and hope this ensures they’ll be back in MK performing again very soon!
And while I’m bigging up MK success stories, massive kudos to to Tim Searle and the Triffic team who are really on the map now! They bring hope to the least of us… i.e. me.
And finally… there was no news, either nationally or locally, concerning either Brian or Grahame this month. Though Brian did have a birthday and Grahame did come back from his cruise and bring me a doughnut. So that’s something at least.
Right then. November, ferchrissake!
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Like Paths In The Woods - Tue Oct 27
Another of the common threads of this Blog (along with “hey hey, come and see my band / play / exhibition” and “so… what run-of-the-mill thing did I see on a redway TODAY?”) is how easy it still is in a city this big to see something you’ve never seen before, or stumble unknowing into a world you had literally no idea existed.
Diane and I were finally back up in the Brickhill woods yesterday: to carry on with my mapping of the paths (me), to satisfy a general interest in nature, flora and fungi (Diane), and to stretch our legs (both of us). About half an hour across the broad back of the hills, we descended through some thickly packed pines to a clearing among the trees where three houses sat, apparently in the middle of nowhere by something called Aspley Heath Sandpit. We sat on a bench and got really excited that these houses were here, right in the middle of this vast expanse of woods, totally removed from the outside world.
As it happens, these houses were the furthest extreme of Aspley Heath, one of the suburbs of Woburn Sands, and actually if we’d taken a left instead of a right after these beautifully picturesque dwellings we’d have seen that a small street led down from the woods and hills directly back into the world of people and the centre of town. Cos Aspley Heath (apparently, we’ve still never seen it!) nestles in a fold of the Brickhills with woods either side and only one way in or out. Sounds like somewhere we should visit one day a-proper. I bet I’d still love to live there!
In the event though, we turned right not left, and were none the wiser that it was there at all till I looked at Multimap when I got in! The other side of the Sandpit there’s another couple of benches which look down over the open sandy basin – and you still have no idea there’s a village a few hundred yards away. We totally missed it and climbed back up along the ridge and once more into the pines. It’s a lovely time of year in the woods though, we saw some beautiful colours - and joined up several of my previous pathways! The work continues!
I was on a bus from work to MADCAP on Thursday night, and I suddenly saw another side of the City I don’t see too often. Rush Hour in CMK. I rarely happen to be in the City between the hours of 5 and 6 (I’m usually still at work or on my way home, which doesn’t bisect it), and even less so down by the station – so it was quite an eye-opener to see (and get caught up in!) the sluggish gridlockery that takes place there.
Cos there are so many worlds in this world. So many zones of experience that our lives cross briefly and so many they never cross – like paths in the woods I suppose you could say. If you were a fan of tortuous yet totally unforeseen circular metaphors! Launderettes is another one – my washing machine fucks up, so I suddenly realise I have no idea where the launderettes are in my home town! I haven’t had to use one since I lived in Derby in ’97! (turns out there’s several in Bletchley, one in Stony and one in Coffee Hall, at least!)
There you go then. Turn a random corner. See what’s the other side of those trees. Get on a different bus. Hey, come see my band – Thursday night, Cannon. Oh yer.
Diane and I were finally back up in the Brickhill woods yesterday: to carry on with my mapping of the paths (me), to satisfy a general interest in nature, flora and fungi (Diane), and to stretch our legs (both of us). About half an hour across the broad back of the hills, we descended through some thickly packed pines to a clearing among the trees where three houses sat, apparently in the middle of nowhere by something called Aspley Heath Sandpit. We sat on a bench and got really excited that these houses were here, right in the middle of this vast expanse of woods, totally removed from the outside world.
As it happens, these houses were the furthest extreme of Aspley Heath, one of the suburbs of Woburn Sands, and actually if we’d taken a left instead of a right after these beautifully picturesque dwellings we’d have seen that a small street led down from the woods and hills directly back into the world of people and the centre of town. Cos Aspley Heath (apparently, we’ve still never seen it!) nestles in a fold of the Brickhills with woods either side and only one way in or out. Sounds like somewhere we should visit one day a-proper. I bet I’d still love to live there!
In the event though, we turned right not left, and were none the wiser that it was there at all till I looked at Multimap when I got in! The other side of the Sandpit there’s another couple of benches which look down over the open sandy basin – and you still have no idea there’s a village a few hundred yards away. We totally missed it and climbed back up along the ridge and once more into the pines. It’s a lovely time of year in the woods though, we saw some beautiful colours - and joined up several of my previous pathways! The work continues!
I was on a bus from work to MADCAP on Thursday night, and I suddenly saw another side of the City I don’t see too often. Rush Hour in CMK. I rarely happen to be in the City between the hours of 5 and 6 (I’m usually still at work or on my way home, which doesn’t bisect it), and even less so down by the station – so it was quite an eye-opener to see (and get caught up in!) the sluggish gridlockery that takes place there.
Cos there are so many worlds in this world. So many zones of experience that our lives cross briefly and so many they never cross – like paths in the woods I suppose you could say. If you were a fan of tortuous yet totally unforeseen circular metaphors! Launderettes is another one – my washing machine fucks up, so I suddenly realise I have no idea where the launderettes are in my home town! I haven’t had to use one since I lived in Derby in ’97! (turns out there’s several in Bletchley, one in Stony and one in Coffee Hall, at least!)
There you go then. Turn a random corner. See what’s the other side of those trees. Get on a different bus. Hey, come see my band – Thursday night, Cannon. Oh yer.
Friday, 23 October 2009
Slapstick & Sadness - Fri Oct 23
Because I was so weary, when Helen got in I started banging on (as usual) about how this was the problem with British Theatre and Arts audiences in microcosm: that the people who want to see genuinely innovative, exciting, fringy work either can’t afford it or can’t find any near enough to see; while those who can afford it either don’t want to see any Theatre, or if they do it’s Populist Musicals or Stuff They Know They Like Already.
When she’d finished bashing me round my heavy head with our non-stick wok for being such a reverse snob about the Mainstream, we got to the reality behind my point: that I was just a bit sad that not so many people came to see the excellent excellent excellent Dancing Brick show “21:13” at MADCAP last night. I’m sure they’ll get bigger audiences tonight and tomorrow though. Tell all the people that you see.
Cos it was probably one of the best things I’ve seen at a theatre in MK for… well, for some years. Making me weepily nostalgic for my “Live Art” degree days*, “21:13” mixed physical comedy, movementy “dance”, experimental performance and some breathtakingly simple yet compelling technical ideas. There were only two performers, but they were immensely impressive – both engaging and physically skilled. Essentially a series of set pieces centred around an English chap and an Italian girl stranded at a train station, you warmed to them and their performances immediately. It was funny, clever and fascinating. And surely that’s what it’s all about.
Mobile phones as fish, dancing in the dark at the bottom of the ocean. Sock puppets emerging backwards from abandoned suitcases with feet inside them. The alignment of the constellations. Learning to count to twenty in Italian. Slapstick and sadness. A girl flying over our heads under water. Massive head masks and frantic mime. This is what I needed right now.
And it’s local too, kind of, despite the international plaudits and acclaimed résumés all over their website. One of the two performers, Thomas, is apparently an MK lad or something, and has recently received a bursary from the MK Community Foundation – so hopefully they’ll come back in the future and I can arrange a busload of audience. Cos we don’t get enough stuff that’s different here, that’s part of it too. Yes yes Credit Crunch and yes yes Non Mainstream, but seeing something “new”? Something exciting? Kudos to MADCAP too for even getting them on!
I’m sure most people reading this will either be doing the same social things as I’m doing tonight and tomorrow night – or already have other plans – or live too far away or in a foreign country, or on the Moon. And yes yes yes too there are a lot of things to go see in MK these days, I’m sure everyone is trying their best. But hey - if you don’t have anything to do tonight or tomorrow night, and you’ve got a tenner spare, don’t go to the cinema. Don’t buy that swanky bottle of red. Don’t go for a meal in the Hub. Buy something cheap from Sainsbury’s and go and see this instead. You honestly won’t regret it.
* They’ve even performed at Glasgow’s Arches, where we performed our post-degree show at the National Festival Of Live Arts (or something) in the Summer of 1996, and I came close to a total breakdown, but hey - that’s another story! ;-)
When she’d finished bashing me round my heavy head with our non-stick wok for being such a reverse snob about the Mainstream, we got to the reality behind my point: that I was just a bit sad that not so many people came to see the excellent excellent excellent Dancing Brick show “21:13” at MADCAP last night. I’m sure they’ll get bigger audiences tonight and tomorrow though. Tell all the people that you see.
Cos it was probably one of the best things I’ve seen at a theatre in MK for… well, for some years. Making me weepily nostalgic for my “Live Art” degree days*, “21:13” mixed physical comedy, movementy “dance”, experimental performance and some breathtakingly simple yet compelling technical ideas. There were only two performers, but they were immensely impressive – both engaging and physically skilled. Essentially a series of set pieces centred around an English chap and an Italian girl stranded at a train station, you warmed to them and their performances immediately. It was funny, clever and fascinating. And surely that’s what it’s all about.
Mobile phones as fish, dancing in the dark at the bottom of the ocean. Sock puppets emerging backwards from abandoned suitcases with feet inside them. The alignment of the constellations. Learning to count to twenty in Italian. Slapstick and sadness. A girl flying over our heads under water. Massive head masks and frantic mime. This is what I needed right now.
And it’s local too, kind of, despite the international plaudits and acclaimed résumés all over their website. One of the two performers, Thomas, is apparently an MK lad or something, and has recently received a bursary from the MK Community Foundation – so hopefully they’ll come back in the future and I can arrange a busload of audience. Cos we don’t get enough stuff that’s different here, that’s part of it too. Yes yes Credit Crunch and yes yes Non Mainstream, but seeing something “new”? Something exciting? Kudos to MADCAP too for even getting them on!
I’m sure most people reading this will either be doing the same social things as I’m doing tonight and tomorrow night – or already have other plans – or live too far away or in a foreign country, or on the Moon. And yes yes yes too there are a lot of things to go see in MK these days, I’m sure everyone is trying their best. But hey - if you don’t have anything to do tonight or tomorrow night, and you’ve got a tenner spare, don’t go to the cinema. Don’t buy that swanky bottle of red. Don’t go for a meal in the Hub. Buy something cheap from Sainsbury’s and go and see this instead. You honestly won’t regret it.
* They’ve even performed at Glasgow’s Arches, where we performed our post-degree show at the National Festival Of Live Arts (or something) in the Summer of 1996, and I came close to a total breakdown, but hey - that’s another story! ;-)
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