All Proud And That

Evening blogettes and nice to see you, I must admit I've been a long way away but I've come back to you...

Alright don't groan, you must allow me a little Coward seepage, I've been immersed for months. But what a few months it has been, culminating in a sell out performance of The Darkling Plain at the Tobacco Factory as part of the glorious Pride Bristol 2011! I've never made over 200 people giggle before, well not at the same time anyway.

I'll admit it's been bloody hard work - why did I write a play with loads of characters requiring that I manage a company of 17 and then suggest also doing a vintage fair with pre-show and intervaltainment to boot? You may well ask but I tell you as I frantically hurtled through the Saturday streets of Bristol being very late and sweating into my rainbow headband, I rounded the corner to see an enormous vibrant parade of joyous people; drag queens draped on a fire engine, couples holding hands, waving flags and banners, whistling and samba drums ringing out bringing Broadmead to a standstill and at the front of the procession I joined some amazing, brave and dedicated people who had all made it happen.

And do you know what? I felt Proud. Extremely proud and privileged to have been a part of such a fantastic festival. Then I went and got my face painted and jumped up and down. As a treat you know.

Oooh and I got to speak at a WI meeting, not bad for a couple of months work eh? You can find out all about it, should you care to at www.thedarklingplainplay.blogspot.com

Flinging myself headlong into the next sleep impairing project schedule, I'm very excited to be working with the marvellous Anna Farthing of Harvest Heritage Arts and Media on my Keynsham project, newly titled, The Plant. I'm going to be delving into over a 100 years of Bristol history to make a live documentary on the transformation from Quakers to Kraft. Can capitalism ever really be principled and can a Plant survive when you sever its roots?

But I haven't forgotten my new play, And Then Come The Nightjars, I shall be finishing my first draft this summer and decorating the study to celebrate.

Right I'm off to get myself a dictaphone and some paint. Ta-ra x