Showing posts with label Aunt Martha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aunt Martha. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

A SUMMER FROLIC IN BECKENHAM

 TAKE ME AWAY BEFORE I DO SOMETHING SILLY!!!!!

The photos are not the best in the world, but there was a lot of laughter-shake going on. It was fun!
We survived the show!



As you can see, low budget props.

Aunt Martha on the bus

The River Song - Music written by my friend Mary Sawyer.

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Christine's Hat poem.

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Joan, singing while I change behind the screen.
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Yet another hat!



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The End! What a birthday that was! It's been quite a week. Now to get back north for a bit of dark satanic, a good pint of Barnsley bitter, and the sanctuary of my back garden.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Catch Up Time!

What's on in Barnsley!

Well, plenty! Click on the link and check it out.

Tonight I am just back from rehearsal of a play that is to be performed in November, and guess what? I have a part. I have joined the local drama group in Birdwell, and it's such fun. It is wall to wall Carry on Comedy. Just up my street! I'm working on my Barnsley accent, it's not quite there tha knows. More field work require.

My latest poem went down well at the Poetry Circle meeting yesterday, and we now have a programme for our next Breeze Above Our Heads production in Bromley on 11th July. This time we have a good mix of music and words, with the emphasis on Summer. Aunt Martha has a tale to tell, as usual. And I'm sure the blow up doll we bought for the last show, will be making an appearance.

Since I last wrote this blog, the Nation has elected a new government, so now we have a totally Tory parliament. Will this affect my life in any way? Well, let's hope it does. Let's hope the country prospers, as is the plan, and we all have a bit more of the pie. I'm ever optimistic!

Game of Thrones has had me hooked on its weekly medieval soap of sex and violence, for the past month or more. I've even started to play the theme music on the cello. I don't think it is quite as good as when it first started, but I need by weekly fix. I love the northernness of it.

Meanwhile, David has taken to cultivating a few plants. He will have to buy a spade, though!

So, that's it for now, remember, never cast a clout till May is out. In other words, don't discard your vest just yet, there are sneaky winds about.

Love and hugs,
Jane x

  
No gold medal at Chelsea Flower Show this year!

Thursday, January 8, 2015

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015

This is it! The beginning of another year, whoopee! of we go again!

I'm happily unemployed, free to create, free to use my days as I wish, and free to eat my meals at the time of day I want.

So, with my poet's head on I have spent the day revising some of my more silly poems ready for a public airing on the 7th February, when I shall be part of the entertainment at Beckenham Methodist Church. (More about that later) Suffice it to say that Aunt Martha is to come out of hiding.

And, what have I cooked today. Well, so far nothing. David made the porridge this morning, we had lunch at withering spoons in Bromley (extremely good value) and now it's 6.30 p.m so I think a snack is about to appear. I dare say I could rustle up a couple of pieces of toast.

Actually, watching the news has put me off my food. The emotional gatherings of people all over the world, solidarity against the outrage of the cold blooded murder by terrorists of writers and cartoonists in their offices in Paris. I feel so sorry for all those people of the Islamic faith, who are decent, respectable citizens. 
Oops! What? It's not burnt, it's just caught. It'll scrape off!

There was an old lady from Penge,
Who went on a trip to Stone Henge,
She put on her mac
And went there and back
In her brand new Mercedes Benz 


Love and hugs
Jane x