The theatah and the dahnse
May. 10th, 2008 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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?