It's irrelevant because it's a "closed performance", as they say in Vienna about shows that are pre-booked subscriptions for particular groups, e.g. soldiers, trades unionists, schoolchildren etc.
However, you may be interested to know that i am celebrating National Storytelling Week by telling Arabian Nights Stories every lunchtime in Wildern School Library on the Scheherezade model: interlocked, interlinked, never an end without another beginning, just to keep my hearers hooked.
Now, back to my preparations...
Sunday, 20 January 2013
NARROW ESCAPE
Last Thursday, the third Thursday of the month, is New Forest Storytellers in Ringwood, and they usually let me tell there, which is nice of them. It's a fifty-mile round-trip for me [Southampton is around forty-five, Winchester about forty - but most of that is done at sixty, on roads through the middle of nowhere] but the company is good and the venue very pleasant [the Boston Tea Party's attic, or occasionally the upper floor, with easy chairs, which was the case last Thursday, because it was warmer].
Warmth was, of course, important, because everyone knew that snow was threatening, impending and imminent [not to be confused with immAnent, of course - thank goodness I know Latin!] As I bought my fish and chips at 5 o'clock from The Frying Machine [the fish and chip that visits Winterslow conveniently enough on storytelling nights, first and third Thursdays] the snow was already falling, and lying on the carpark of the Nelson, where I park my car when I'm buying fish and chips - the van is outside the shop, and I didn't want to be awkward for the customers of either.
Therefore, I was half-minded about going, but I overcame my hesitation and drove - through flying snow, thick in my headlights - up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, down the hill - into snow-free Salisbury, and then had the courage to continue to frost-free Ringwood, and tell The Lucky Boy to close their evening [I listened to all the others - I wasn't late or anything] - and drove back up ice-free hill and down ice-free dale - to wake up in the morning SNOWED IN!!!
And very glad I went.
Warmth was, of course, important, because everyone knew that snow was threatening, impending and imminent [not to be confused with immAnent, of course - thank goodness I know Latin!] As I bought my fish and chips at 5 o'clock from The Frying Machine [the fish and chip that visits Winterslow conveniently enough on storytelling nights, first and third Thursdays] the snow was already falling, and lying on the carpark of the Nelson, where I park my car when I'm buying fish and chips - the van is outside the shop, and I didn't want to be awkward for the customers of either.
Therefore, I was half-minded about going, but I overcame my hesitation and drove - through flying snow, thick in my headlights - up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, down the hill, up the hill, down the hill - into snow-free Salisbury, and then had the courage to continue to frost-free Ringwood, and tell The Lucky Boy to close their evening [I listened to all the others - I wasn't late or anything] - and drove back up ice-free hill and down ice-free dale - to wake up in the morning SNOWED IN!!!
And very glad I went.
RAFFLE PRIZE
When I was Merlin, in the Winterslow panto at the beginning of December, they held an auction of promises, and I offered two hours of storytelling. Well, they obviously thought no one would bid for that, having no idea what it was worth, so they made me a raffle prize - and now I have been claimed!
So, on January 26th I shall tell stories for two hours at an 8 year old girl's birthday party - and I hope she enjoys it!
So, on January 26th I shall tell stories for two hours at an 8 year old girl's birthday party - and I hope she enjoys it!
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