...oh no he isn't...

Having managed avoid the phenomenon of pantomime for the majority of my adult life, I suddenly find myself involved with not one but two of them. Ah life, who knows what it is going to throw at you!

To clarify firstly, I don't actually dislike panto - I know it can be big camp fun and everything - it just never really appealed to me enough to want to watch it, associating it more as entertainment for kids (which it primarily is of course). And the idea of Christopher Biggins in a dress brings me out in hives.

Anyway, here's how it all happened...

After the success of Glorious! Cardiff Players (who have now well and truly got their hooks into me) announced that their next production would be the annual pantomime which this year is Robin Hood, written by Geoff Lake of the Players. Initially scheduled for early December, the production has had to be put back until late January due to venue problems.

And just as well...

As before, I will be involved primarily as videographer and projectionist, and I therefore asked what visual apparitions I would need to conjure up for this production. I was told. And when I came round again...

Glorious! was a big challenge technically, but I think this production is going to ten times more so. There are certain video sequences that I still have no idea how to tackle. However, as with the previous Players presentation, I always cherish a challenge and it will be fun being creative to find solutions. But I think an investment in some advanced video software will be called for... much as I like iMovie there's only so much it can do!

We already have one sequence 'in the can'; it involved a cold but bright Saturday morning a couple of weeks back where cast members in costume had to emerge from bushes in Heath Woods. (Don't ask.) It was a fun couple of hours shooting it though (a lot of laughs!) and I think the edit for it looks pretty good. One down...

And the other?

Members of the ONS/IPO Creative Writing group were approached earlier in the year to pen a pantomime to be performed at ONS in late November (two performances, one for staff and the other for under 10s) and December (an extra performance for OAPs). The mighty Mr Stephen Lurvey stepped forward to create a completely original panto premise titled 'Santa Gets The Sack', involving the titular Christmas character, his arch-nemesis the wizard GoneDaft and malfunctioning robots...

Having rather been bitten by the theatrical bug by this time, I offered to help with staging and to provide sound effects for the shows. (Note to self: get sound effects for the shows...).

And the next thing I know...  I have a part in it. (And this is after taking the solemn oath that 'techies never go on stage'. I should be ashamed.) How did that happen??

Given that Santa's helper elf 'Andy' has to undergo some rather alarming physical abuse at the mechanical hands of the malfunctioning robot, it became apparent that the person playing said elf could not perform all the stunts herself due to health problems. The result? Why of course... a 'stunt elf' was written in! And to play him? Well, I think I you know where this is heading...

To be honest, I'm quite looking forward to playing the part, as it involves minimal dialogue and the ability to look alarmed, grunt and roll around on the floor a lot. I think I can handle that. The rehearsals for stunt elf scenes has left me with carpet burns, but - oh, stop it!!

So the next few weeks I will be like a thing possessed - or more like a demented, punch drunk elf staggering around with a video camera and a laptop, tapping along while sketching out ideas for a his next written piece.

Dull life, eh...

Eulogy: John Bruce Norman Eggleton

A year ago today our Dad passed on. I feel I should mark the occasion by publishing the eulogy I read at his funeral.

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We are all here today to celebrate the life of a man. But let us not be mistaken. This was no ordinary man. This was, in fact, an extraordinary man; a brother, a husband, a father and a grandfather, and… well let’s face it… one remarkable person.

For many people Dad was a kind, gentle and infinitely generous soul, always ready to put others before himself and more than willing to help out wherever he could. These are very true and accurate sentiments indeed.

However, now that we are here reflecting on his life, I would invite you all to consider the extent of this man’s particular personality and talents.

He was not only a family man totally dedicated to his wife and children; he was also an amazingly talented, artistic and creative individual, whose enthusiasm for life and art invigorated and inspired those around him.

Dad and Mum managed to raised six of us children… six!... in a time of austerity. Yet all of us were cared for and none of us ever went wanting. However it must be noted that the increasing number of children in the family seemed to correlate directly with the decreasing number of hairs on Dad’s head. By the time Marcia arrived the poor man was practically bald. I do hope it was some hereditary trait that caused this and not the stress of bringing up six adorable but very individual children.

It must be said though that he loved all his children equally and nurtured within them the love and passion for life that has inspired them to become the people they are today.

And while we’re on the subject of passion, let us take a moment to reflect on Dad’s own passions.

His love of classical music, for example. How could we forget waking on weekends to the rousing strains of Tchaikovsky’s 4^th Symphony, Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite, Chopin’s Etudes? I like to think he instilled within his children a musical appreciation that we have carried forward in our own lives.

Dad’s wonderful artistic talent even went as far as cake decorating. His festive,  culinary embellishments were monumental and sculptural masterworks of icing, marzipan and food-colouring. It felt almost criminal to cut into them.

Dad also loved tennis and would be seen regularly on the courts at his workplace in Harwell. He enjoyed not only playing but also watching the sport too – there would always be that fortnight during the summer when we would all have to fend for ourselves as Dad sat, unmovable and enthralled in front of the television - Wimbledon!

Personally, I will never forget Dad’s ingenious inventiveness. In particular, one Christmas when the electric whisk failed and he improvised by using a power drill, with the whisk head attached to it, to whip the trifle cream. And the result was a success – albeit a rather messy one, for some.

Throughout his life, Dad loved to travel; motor biking to Rome over the alps and cycling to Paris in his youth. Not even a growing family could diminish his sense of adventure, though perhaps necessity put it on a more modest scale. I remember holidays in such far flung places as the Isle of Wight (in a simple flat), Wales (in a caravan), sailing trips, if you could call it sailing, on the Thames. One time we even went as far as (gasp!) Inverness.

Even in his advanced years Dad’s wanderlust could not be quenched. Mountaineering in Scotland, partying in Vegas, cruising round Canada. Only last month he was living it up in Barcelona – an international jet-setter right to the end.

As you can see, Dad was a man who was unafraid to live life to the full. That is exactly what he did and in doing so he inspired his children and his grandchildren to do the same. For this and so much more we are grateful to him; a brother, a husband, a father, a grandfather and, as I’ve mentioned before, an extraordinary man.

I’d like to add just one thing more – time to rest now, Dad; you’ve earned it.

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John Bruce Norman Eggleton

1928 - 2011



Midlands Madness

I haven't posted on here for, oooh, quite a while... and to be honest I haven't had the impetus to do so. But things  have getting progressively better since the rather strange blip I had in late August and September. And events have reached somewhat mental proportions over the last seven days...

Last Tuesday, my friend Kev and I headed up from South Wales to the LG Arena in Birmingham to see the god-heads of spaced-out rock Muse, on tour after the release of the rather wonderful The 2nd Law. They were supported by the superb Welsh rock outfit The Joy Formidable, whose epic songs got the audience fired up for the main act. And after a rather lengthy wait (and the arena got packed to the seams), the deceptively simple set was suddenly shrouded in darkness... And then the opening of 'The 2nd Law: Unsustainable' blitzed into life accompanied by blazing shafts of red light shooting across the arena. From that moment on, the whole stage exploded into life; the black panels at the back of the stage were suddenly revealed to be LED video screens and descending from the lighting rack at key moments were tiers of yet more video screens which were raised and lowered through a number of configurations throughout the performance. At one point they were even lowered right down onto the stage to form a pyramid over the boys (for a break, presumably) and played out a visual accompaniment to the gorgeous album closer 'Isolated System'.

True to form, the band were as mind-blowing in their staging as ever - equally as amazing as when I saw them at Wembley in 2007 - and performed a whole range of their stuff, from 'Sunburn' to 'Survival', the rousing number which closed the proceedings. At which point the already hyped up crowd went completely bonkers. And, as far as their music goes, these guys are equally as good live as their recorded work - not something you can say about every band.

Next, and closer to Birmingham (well bang in the centre of it actually), I attended PCS's annual LGBT Seminar, this year held at Jury's Inn on Broad Street. Having attended the previous seminar in my home town of Cardiff I was keen to go again, as I had found the mixture of debates and speakers most inspirational, moving and rewarding. This year's gathering was equally as good, with the focus being more on organising and campaigning - highly pertinent too, given the government's relentless and myopic 'austerity' cuts to public services and public sector workers' pay, pensions and terms & conditions. ("All in this together" Mssrs. Cameron and Clegg? I don't think so.) The class of speakers, including Hugh Lanning and Janice Godrich from PCS, were as superb as before. However, it was the truly amazing Zimbabwean born Skye Chirape who captured the minds and hearts of the audience with her talk about experiences of prejudice against her being African and lesbian. Her fight against the most appalling treatment by the  authorities was shocking yet ultimately inspirational as she has risen above her struggle to be the successful (and proud!) person she is now. Her talk really put things into perspective for me and made me realise that my life, however much I may bemoan it at times, has actually been a luxury in comparison.

Here is a link to Noizy Image, of which Skye is co-founder.

And of course, on events such as these, we work hard and then party hard!! (Well I did at least). So, with boots and combats in place, my room-mate and now very good friend Michael hit the pubs of Lower Essex Street and its surroundings with all the force of gay men on a mission to have a good night, including a fair bit of time in Missing, where we danced our feet off and got our pictures taken with mad random women.

(And the less said about Boltz the better...)

Inevitably though, all good things must come to an end - and probably just as well they did last Sunday as my rather intimate acquaintance with a certain Jack Daniels may have proved fatal to my liver. Plus the fact that I haven't been to bed any less than 3 o'clock for the last few nights. Liver failure and sleep deprivation really does leave you in an odd state of mind...

All said though, it was a week that will stay with me and has returned a certain joie de vivre that has been so missing in my life of late. Having said that, I don't think I could do the same again just yet...