Forgive me, time has grown expeditiously hectic hence a slightly longer than seemingly normal (for what that word means is anybodies guess) time-scale between posts.
Such a lot has happened in our globe - specifically our globe here in blighty, sorry, England.
Most notably in recent times, our beloved Prince William and Kate Middleton are now proud parents to baby George. I hasten to write dear young Georgie will embody a world none of us mere adults will much share any natural affinity with nor dare i write, even be skipping about England to experience. What with 'the mess we're in', advancing technologies and what seems to be a weekly new mobile app, telephone syncing up every possible aspect of human life with another, a voice on Radio 4 announced last week about implanting micro- chips in eye-lids. Back to the Future, that remarkably Orwellian Hollywood 1980's blockbuster sporting a young Michael J Fox appears ever increasingly relevant and accurate.
Egypt, although recently rejoicing in a democratically elected President are backward pedalling against an alleged Military Coup to overthrow Mohammed Morsi. Who ironically in an alleged democracy is being 'held' at an un-disclosed location. Why do i think hostage?
Taliban forces, the 'arch enemy of peaceful democracy', those dear people who globally terrorise in-sighting, actioning and plotting what i write is nothing less than in-human - in-humane, evil, under alleged and in my view utterly false allusions of fighting for a cause, yesterday (Monday 29, July, 2013 15:00 GMT) Blew open the Pakistan prison in Dera Ismail Khan, freeing 243 Taliban Militants calling them out by name, including several Commanders. Abdul Hakim and Haji Ilas.
Shakespeare's Globe is truly obliterated, indeed the globe of our dear Queen Liz and husband Prince Phil shaken to within an inch of being recognizable.
I fear for baby George. Future King of blighties inheritance. I truly do. It is not a world i would care to be a part of, certainly at this moment in time. To comment on it is a source of great pleasure and honour, to be a part of it, well, that is a different matter.
Back here in Blightly, we have enjoyed a month of beautiful sunny summer sunshine . . . The Old Lady of London, Parliament, are currently reclining on summer recess. . . although the dear souls are keen to tell us they are 'working in there constituencies'. Oh, i think to myself, that must be what Cameron was doing in Ibiza for a week back in June, of course, how silly of me, he was working. Not that he is our Prime Minister or anything as vital at a pivotal economic point in our globe. No, he can live-it-up in a seven bedroom house being pampered.
At the risk of being mistaken for not believing he is entitled to a holiday, i feel a moment of clarity is needed. In my humble view if you are elected to the top post in British Government, to be a global leader as Prime Minister of Great Britain, you should by natural act of decency forgo all thoughts of any time off in any shape or form. Particularly Mr Cameron, as it is you sir who keep telling us lowly electorate, you know, us that elected (or not) you to your post, 'We are all in it together'. . . Lead by example ever crossed your mind?
So, as dear Boris busily burns bicycle beats across London, we read yesterday a fantastically forward and engaging piece by Art Correspondent for the Guardian, Mark Brown, reviewing and communicating to us that a report has shown London could do more to support small theatres. Up to and including recommendations dear Boris should be appointing an ambassador for small theatres, use City Hall as rehearsal and performance space all advertised (along with other forms) on London Underground. And i suggest the iconic-ally recognizable Red London Buses.
Here here i write in all serious, faithful and passionate support of this.
Why, when in this perpetually spun as miserably hard world we live in, you know, what with the 'Mess Were In' and the 'One Big Society' brigade perhaps, in-fact retract that word, insert instead, WE SHOULD, embrace every and all moment to rejoice in what pleasures we can.
Theatre is an ever evolving medium. Continuously seeking to engage, inspire, tell and re-tell great story's, ' a spiffingly good yarn told time and again . .'
Punch Drunk Theatre Company, in conjunction with the National Theatre recently told a spiffingly good yarn as always. Played and told through staging synonymous with making the experience a personal journey. Metaphor for life. As an audience member you uniquely experience a world created through props, staging, production and performance in, i believe an old warehouse. Full permissions granted for purpose of use. 'Ambling along you never quite knew who or what would come round the corner' a reliable and trusted source has informed me.
My point here really is this: If as Politicians are so dependant on, they are seen to be 'in it together' with us see the recent decisions to reduce politicians wages: Tax scandals and Expenses Scadal
Surely then to open City Hall will go down well with Theatre lovers, electorate, be seen as a transparent and community enhancing strategy by Government thus i suggest actually nodding in the direction of 'We are all in it together' with a modicum more of believability.
Small Theatres are as we know the life blood of larger theatres, indeed the arts in general. Acting as feeders, indeed notably intimate performances specifically written for a slightly smaller venue. In my view more should be done, in-fact scrap that age old line by our beloved politicians, you know, closely followed by 'lessons need to be learned' as someone in the PR department tells the MP to 'admit nothing'. Insert MORE WILL BE DONE.
Advertising using TFL's underground warren of tube lines, indeed why not utilize old redundant stations (see the immense community cohesion/comrade in arms atmosphere of WW2 during air-raids sheltering in said stations) as a rehearsal/performance venue . . . If Government heed advice laid down in the report a whole host of opportunities, mutually beneficial to both small and large Theatres, MP's, Ministers, dear Boris and us Jo public's suddenly open up thus by progression helping promote small theatres, lift our spirits, good PR for a much in need of it band of Politicians, in short: Bally well cheer us all up lest we forget 'We're all in it together'.
Just a thought as some of us do not get the pleasure and luxury of a Summer Recess, but then again, would i want one? No. I love writing. It is not a chore it is a perpetual joy.
My main concern is as ever and always solely that you may take some small pleasure from my words. Engaging, stimulating, and provoking new thoughts . . .
Peace X
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