Posts Tagged ‘theatre’

Young Voices

Robin

‘Birdcage of my soul’ was an unlikely song to hear Robin singing, but They Might be Giants‘ craziness was part of the repertoire of over 20 songs that he learnt to take part in a Young Voices concert at the MEN Arena. There was an African chant, folk-tunes and hymns as well. Hundreds, maybe thousands of school kids took part, filling much of the arena. It has put Robin in the unusual position of having performed at Manchester’s two major music venues: MEN Arena and the Bridgewater Hall.

Gabe

Seven weeks after Christmas, Gabe and L got their present from me: a trip to London to see a National Theatre production of This House at the Garrick on Charing Cross Road. I had taken a chance that Gabe would enjoy the subject-matter – 1970s parliamentary politics. It turned out to be good guess as he was fully engaged by the tales of the two main parties’s whips offices, in the days of slim or no majority governments. The play was fast-paced – clearly influenced by TV production – amusing and full of swearing. All three factors probably played towards Gabe’s enjoyment.

Eliza

Eliza has been pondering and testing the notion of becoming a vegetarian. It seems to be part of her growing awareness of societal ills. Like many people in her situation, she has to overcome her partiality for meat – in particular chicken, but also sausages. Unlike many, though, the major barrier is that Eliza doesn’t like a lot of vegetarian staples. He compromise is that she has given up meat, apart from chicken and fish.

First footing

    Gabe

Gabe showed his increasing staying up stamina by seeing in the New Year in St Andrews with grandparents, uncle, aunt, L and me. He spent the evening with the adults playing cards and word games, before we sat in a darkened conservatory cooing at the golf club’s firework display above the town.

    Eliza

Grandma took L, Eliza and R to a pantomime – Aladdin. Eliza was thrilled, participating in the hissing and shouting, charmed that the story could hinge on the audience’s response (it took their crossing of fingers to free the genie from the cave) and tickled at recognising men dressed as women, wholly oblivious to cliché and irony.

    Robin

Robin had the chance to take part in a football tournament with other teams of 5-6 year olds from across the region. The text invitation made much of scores not being kept and the non-competitive environment. Nonetheless his team was rewarded for winning all of their matches with the award of a trophy for best squad. Robin played his part alongside several teammates already training with local Premier League academies.