The theatah and the dahnse
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ailbheOh what a night. Still, at least we woke in time for baths - though not time to deal with the aftermath. As I remember, what a night.
CBeebies at the theatre was terribly exciting. PC Plum was on stage in the flesh! I finally confirmed that he is in fact wearing his PC uniform in as pudge-emphasising a manner as possible; perhaps podgy PCs are friendlier to the eye than slimmer ones? We saw PC Plum, Postman Pat and Jess the cat, Tamba, Piggly Wig from Jakers with Ferny and Dannon (*spit*), the Koala Brothers (no doubt as bad to Australians as Jakers is to me), Bill and Ben (as irritating on stage as they are on telly), Tommy Zoom and the evil Polluto, and others I forget. Linnea took the whole affair very seriously, and so sat solemnly while the rest of the audience shouted back to the stage, etc. Emer was more inclined to interact. Rob and I tried to encourage them by interacting ourselves but Linnea just wasn't inclined to do it.
After that, we had sausages in a bun for lunch, and Rob took Emer to London to collect the trike, and I took Linnea to the museum to kill time. Oh - first she went on the carousel, twice, and met Louis on the upper deck of the bus. At the museum we looked at biscuit tins, a video from the 1950s which alleged to be about a then-modern biscuit factory but was actually about a now-extinct accent, and stuffed animals. Linnea taught me the correct method of colouring in a red deer.
Then we went to the market and I bought some bits and pieces and we waited until it was time to pack up. Linnea packed the paper bags for the loose goods, and the dirty scoops to be washed, and she helped me move the rubbish out of the way so that I could sort it. Linnea also doscovered hwo to operate the cassette player and did a lot of dancing. I only volunteered because they had no-one else, but it turned out someone else volunteered at the last minute, so when Rob and Emer came home from London I was able to leave.
We went to Nandos for dinner because Linnea had been so good at the market and packing up for two hours, and then came home all four on the trike. It has a new kickstand now so when I step on the front of the box it doesn't tip forwards, which is marvellous. Also, the kickstand protects the front light from its most common injury, being bopped when going up and down kerbs Rob can't see.
I think I want to take Linnea to some less pantomime-like theatre for children soon, because she'd really appreciate it. She wasn't keen on the interactive parts, and of course refuses to discuss it much afterwards (I do sometimes get intensely jealous of people with children who communicate their inner worlds freely), but I think she'd get on well with some stuff I saw when very very young; I saw a Dylan Thomas autobiographical play about Christmas when I was under 7, and a lot of what I remember would be totally accessible to Linnea, so I must just keep an eye out. Musicals would be good too, if they didn't have too much romance - she's not into romance and I like it that way.
I want. A musical version of the Owl and the Pussycat. On stage. Lasting about 45 minutes. Surely someone already does this?
CBeebies at the theatre was terribly exciting. PC Plum was on stage in the flesh! I finally confirmed that he is in fact wearing his PC uniform in as pudge-emphasising a manner as possible; perhaps podgy PCs are friendlier to the eye than slimmer ones? We saw PC Plum, Postman Pat and Jess the cat, Tamba, Piggly Wig from Jakers with Ferny and Dannon (*spit*), the Koala Brothers (no doubt as bad to Australians as Jakers is to me), Bill and Ben (as irritating on stage as they are on telly), Tommy Zoom and the evil Polluto, and others I forget. Linnea took the whole affair very seriously, and so sat solemnly while the rest of the audience shouted back to the stage, etc. Emer was more inclined to interact. Rob and I tried to encourage them by interacting ourselves but Linnea just wasn't inclined to do it.
After that, we had sausages in a bun for lunch, and Rob took Emer to London to collect the trike, and I took Linnea to the museum to kill time. Oh - first she went on the carousel, twice, and met Louis on the upper deck of the bus. At the museum we looked at biscuit tins, a video from the 1950s which alleged to be about a then-modern biscuit factory but was actually about a now-extinct accent, and stuffed animals. Linnea taught me the correct method of colouring in a red deer.
Then we went to the market and I bought some bits and pieces and we waited until it was time to pack up. Linnea packed the paper bags for the loose goods, and the dirty scoops to be washed, and she helped me move the rubbish out of the way so that I could sort it. Linnea also doscovered hwo to operate the cassette player and did a lot of dancing. I only volunteered because they had no-one else, but it turned out someone else volunteered at the last minute, so when Rob and Emer came home from London I was able to leave.
We went to Nandos for dinner because Linnea had been so good at the market and packing up for two hours, and then came home all four on the trike. It has a new kickstand now so when I step on the front of the box it doesn't tip forwards, which is marvellous. Also, the kickstand protects the front light from its most common injury, being bopped when going up and down kerbs Rob can't see.
I think I want to take Linnea to some less pantomime-like theatre for children soon, because she'd really appreciate it. She wasn't keen on the interactive parts, and of course refuses to discuss it much afterwards (I do sometimes get intensely jealous of people with children who communicate their inner worlds freely), but I think she'd get on well with some stuff I saw when very very young; I saw a Dylan Thomas autobiographical play about Christmas when I was under 7, and a lot of what I remember would be totally accessible to Linnea, so I must just keep an eye out. Musicals would be good too, if they didn't have too much romance - she's not into romance and I like it that way.
I want. A musical version of the Owl and the Pussycat. On stage. Lasting about 45 minutes. Surely someone already does this?
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Date: 2008-05-10 07:39 pm (UTC)Kate only tells me things when she wants to. I have no idea about what she gets up to 95% of the time she's not with me as she only shares edited highlights.
We talk about our days over dinner, but she's not been that forthcoming since the Bebo incident.
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Date: 2008-05-10 08:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-05-10 10:08 pm (UTC)OM*G*.
It's less than £15 return by train, and much simpler to go via Clapham Junction, and also probably a little faster. Tickets are cheaper than the CBeebies thing. And they have a Charlie and Lola show on r1t3 n0w. (Today's thing cost us £50.50 for a family of four, not including ice lollies, and we didn't get any merch).
I need to factor this into our family budget. They even have watch-with-baby sessions to which I could, presumably, bring Emer, without alienating the whole audience.
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Date: 2008-05-10 10:34 pm (UTC)Good luck getting involved. It would be great if you managed to write up your visits here - I haven't been for a long time and I'd love to hear what it's like now.
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Date: 2008-05-12 09:56 am (UTC)It was fantastic. It's good to know it's still going.
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Date: 2008-05-11 10:25 pm (UTC)Buttercup was at cbeebies, with my mum - they saw you from a distance but couldn't get to you to say hello!
Buttercup has been to the ballet (Alice in Wonderland NYE 2006), various Watermill (in Newbury) Christmas shows, and "A Christmas Carol" at the Chicken Shed (bit of a hike but sounds completely worth it - they are still singing along to the CD and talking about it). The others have been to loads more too - love the theatre.
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Date: 2008-05-11 10:27 pm (UTC)