Artsmonkey Blog

Spent much of this December pulling myself away from my lap-top to ‘layer-up’ and venture forth for long walks in frost, fog and bright, ice-clear blue skies, bright red berries hanging from thorn-bush and muddied hedgerow over flown by micro-lights and gliders enjoying the glorious ‘flying’ weather that we’ve had down South. In truth I live on the edge of a City just fifteen minutes from civilisation; supermarkets, shops, bright lights etc. In past years, Christmas has meant the ‘lighting of a fire’ of necessity, because we only had economy seven heating when we moved in which meant the house was warm from 2am til 5am and freezing for the rest of the time and it never felt very ‘economical’ when the bill arrived.

This year, we accepted an invitation to a ‘Patch Party’ at the local pub (Army slang for ‘our patch’ or people in the neighbourhood). Had such a good time; cosy pub, good food and bonhomie. One of our new neighbours is hoping to make a film next year so the conversation was full of creative talk (is there anyone out there who hasn’t written a film script yet?). We drove there and back in the pouring rain, a torchlit walk along a snow carpeted footpath would have been a wonderful end to such an evening… and incredibly dangerous, with a locked five bar gate, two ploughed fields and two rickety stiles to negotiate.

Anyhow, back to reality and the swift onslaught of Christmas. I know that there are many plans from Worthing to Milton Keynes for some artistic treats over the Christmas season and on into the new year. Art centres, theatres, village halls, christmas markets, churches, city centres – everyone’s getting culturally creative and there’s a lot of unusual stuff on offer, much of it for free. No. I’m not going to do the leg work for you, google “what’s on”, check out your local free paper, parish newsletter, village hall notice board to see what’s going on near you.

From panto, to pub bands, concerts, to craft fairs, to semi-naked men peforming acrobatics somewhere near you, trust me, it’s out there. Brrrrrr – I have never walked past a street theatre performance so quickly as I did when inadvertently coming across these two A. very brave or B. very stupid, street performers recently. I know there’s a recession on so times are hard, but performing in G-strings on a cold winters day ? I think most of the people crowding round, were trying to A. shield young children from the sight or B. standing ready to administer coats and gluhvein when hypothermia set in.

What will I be doing? Oh I’ll be back at my lap-top working my way through http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2008/12/14/magazine/2008_IDEAS.html?ref=magazine a clever list published by the New York Times on the best and worst ideas to come out of 2008. Right now I’m off to google the Japanese invention ‘air-bags for the elderly’ I know a certain street theatre act for whom they might come in handy.

Well maybe I was a bit hasty about Panto, having just been to see Dick Whittington at Salisbury Playhouse directed by Hannah Chissick who, surely must have seen enough panto’s in her time to know what makes a good one. Perhaps not. A good cast let down by inconsistent direction and low budget.

I can’t believe that Tommy the cat didn’t even get a pair of silver trainers or some nice bling for the walk down, well not so much walk down as walk along. Times may be hard but many companies manage to produce a lot more for their money than this simple and at times confusing panto – Dick arrives in London wearing last years Robin Hood costume, Fairy Bow Bells only gets one costume the whole way through and when Tom the cat first came on I thought his wasn’t finished yet as one leg was cut off at the knee, and the other flapping about like cowboy chaps – but no, this was street stylie (allegedy). However, it didn’t stop Nyron Levy pulling some cool moves throughout. The plot was jumpy and it was hard to understand how come Alice Fitzwarren was so sure Dick hadn’t stolen her fathers ’stash’ of cash given they’d only just met. The overall design was gloomy perhaps subconsciously infected by recession blues and lacked sparkle despite valiant attempts by Stephen Matthews and Paul Caulfield as Sarah the Cook and Silly Billy although even Mr Matthews kicked off the jokes with - “it doesn’t get any better than this” luckily it did get better but it might be worth going elsewhere if like me, you’re a panto buff and whilst you might put up with a rusty old lamp with exciting potential you find it hard to stomach a half baked pudding with little chance of rising.