So back-tracking.
The Friday after the Wednesday of the crazy round the town vomiting was the HATS show. I'm not quite sure what HATS stands for. Holyrood Amateur Theatrical Society perhaps. Relative newcomers to the trying hard at theatre scene in Edinburgh, they did a Blithe Spirit last year that was memorable. And their show this particular Friday was a little double bill, noteworthy largely because it featured lovely Larry, Neil, Gillian and obviously a collection of other people but I didn't know them so that didn't count.
I approached the outing with a little trepidation on account of the excitable billing that the show(s) had been given by their cast members. But they were in the Pleasance Cabaret Bar which is remarkable to this jaded town centre drinker for the comparative bargain bar prices. So I figured a night drinking with a little theatre as light relief couldn't be that bad. And indeed, I was right. It wasn't that bad.
The first play was a curious little thing called Feet. It was hard to figure out exactly what the story was but it appeared that one day, everyone's feet had disappeared, they immediately forgot ever having had them before, except one man could kind of remember and got into lots of bother as he tried to tell people what they should have known already. I daresay it was very allegorical. But Neil did a nice angst ridden footless but full of the truth man and there was some very plinky modern kind of live music running throughout so it was perky and quite fun and then it was the interval.
The second play was some kind of spoof on some kind of spy genre so it was quite possibly hilarious but as a most of the Bond films virgin, I suspect many of the hilarious spy jokes passed me by. But this featured Larry in a fine leather coat, Gillian in a fine pair of high patent shoes looking very disapproving and hmm, I think Neil was in some kind of dishevelled suit as his ordinary life crumbled around him because spiteful girlfriend didn't understand that he had an important spy job, honest. Time is blurring the story of this one a little in my head. But you know, they seemed to have fun. And a good idea to have a double bill. And the place, hats off to them (geddit?), was packed. And I think we raised a bit of money for maybe it was Waverley Care. So that is not a bad thing. The less said of the compére (hmmm, accent (grave??) the wrong way. Don't know what to do about that. Maybe I'll phone Brian), the better. But I'm sure he's a wonderful kind man when he's not trying to be a stand-up. So again, forgiveness and compassion must be the order of the day.
The Friday after the Wednesday of the crazy round the town vomiting was the HATS show. I'm not quite sure what HATS stands for. Holyrood Amateur Theatrical Society perhaps. Relative newcomers to the trying hard at theatre scene in Edinburgh, they did a Blithe Spirit last year that was memorable. And their show this particular Friday was a little double bill, noteworthy largely because it featured lovely Larry, Neil, Gillian and obviously a collection of other people but I didn't know them so that didn't count.
I approached the outing with a little trepidation on account of the excitable billing that the show(s) had been given by their cast members. But they were in the Pleasance Cabaret Bar which is remarkable to this jaded town centre drinker for the comparative bargain bar prices. So I figured a night drinking with a little theatre as light relief couldn't be that bad. And indeed, I was right. It wasn't that bad.
The first play was a curious little thing called Feet. It was hard to figure out exactly what the story was but it appeared that one day, everyone's feet had disappeared, they immediately forgot ever having had them before, except one man could kind of remember and got into lots of bother as he tried to tell people what they should have known already. I daresay it was very allegorical. But Neil did a nice angst ridden footless but full of the truth man and there was some very plinky modern kind of live music running throughout so it was perky and quite fun and then it was the interval.
The second play was some kind of spoof on some kind of spy genre so it was quite possibly hilarious but as a most of the Bond films virgin, I suspect many of the hilarious spy jokes passed me by. But this featured Larry in a fine leather coat, Gillian in a fine pair of high patent shoes looking very disapproving and hmm, I think Neil was in some kind of dishevelled suit as his ordinary life crumbled around him because spiteful girlfriend didn't understand that he had an important spy job, honest. Time is blurring the story of this one a little in my head. But you know, they seemed to have fun. And a good idea to have a double bill. And the place, hats off to them (geddit?), was packed. And I think we raised a bit of money for maybe it was Waverley Care. So that is not a bad thing. The less said of the compére (hmmm, accent (grave??) the wrong way. Don't know what to do about that. Maybe I'll phone Brian), the better. But I'm sure he's a wonderful kind man when he's not trying to be a stand-up. So again, forgiveness and compassion must be the order of the day.
posted by Claire at 1:23 am
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Yes the wrong way round.
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