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I've just returned from seeing Antony and Cleopatra in London. I had to get the FCC slow train because it was such a LONG play. I think maybe Shakespearean Roman plays don't agree with me. Which is a shame because I've yet to see Coriolanus. Anyway, on the train back I caught sight, through the seat backs, of what I thought was somene in a hoodie hunched over, but they looked a weird shape. I was squinting at the shape when suddenly it resolved itself into a couple kissing and I found myself staring into the eyes of a rather cross-looking man.

I wrote this on my new phone that I got for Chrristmas. If you have any recommendations for android apps that would be great.
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Hello, if you are in London or Manchester, I highly, HIGHLY recommend going to see A Night on the Tiles. It is one of the most enjoyable theatre pieces I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot. Scrabble! Gangsters! Devonshire Cream Teas! SCRABBLE! The actors are amazing, the words are spell-binding (PUNS ALL OVER THE PLACE!), the set is creative and intruiging, the plot is genuinely interesting and not a little worrying, I LOVED IT. (The trailer really doesn't do it justice.)

I think that most people who read my journal would also really really like it, so if you get the chance, go and see it. It's in Manchester until mid-November, and then London until the end of November. A mere tenner.

Did I mention the Scrabble?
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On Thursday we went to see Julian Clary. He was very lovely, and he sang to us, which I enjoyed. He also did impressions of Paul O'Grady and entered on rollerskates. He made a young man from the audience come and take them off for him, and then became agitated because he was blocking the audience's view of him. In the second half he was dressed as a ringmaster, and did psychic stuff with two men from the audience, which was rather sweet.

On Friday I went to see Back to the Future II, which the Dukes were showing as part of their 80s thing. Tickets were £2, and it was very lovely. I think I've only ever seen II once before, so most of it awswas a loveyl surprise to see again. I liked "this time it's really really personal" for the Jaws film, and how neatly they used the 80s theme bar. I was less taken with being reminded how they attempted to mind-wipe Jennifer, then knocked her out and left her alone and unconscious in various places. But Michael J Fox playing his own daughter was very sweet. And it was in 2015, which is practically now, and I do not have a hoverboard.

On Saturday I went to Manchester to see [ profile] irrtum. I had found out that Urbis is closing at the end of the month (to become the National Football Museum) so we went there. I'd never been before, and I am kicking myself now because it was great. We saw two of their exhibits, one looking back at their best successes, and one about Manchester and television. In the best of there was a series of boxes glued together that you could stick your head in and look at different dioramas, and a show of youth manifestos (Rachel and I were rather dubious about some of them). The TV one was great, talking about Granada as acting in opposition to the BBC and widening the voices represented on TV, showing clips of programmes and news events.

Following some delicious pies in the Old Wellington Inn we walked down to the Contact Theatre to see A play about crime and scrabble. )
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I have been reading 101 Poems by 101 Women for several years now. Slowly. It is edited by Germaine Greer, and the poems are arranged chronologically, starting with Anne Askew in 1564. I have finally reached the 1950s, and am starting to enjoy it more. I have liked reading the earlier poems, but they tend towards the long and tortuously rhyming which is not at all my preferred style. I had not come across this poem before, and I liked it a lot, so I am posting it. It is not very short, so most of it's under a cut.

The Centaur
By May Swenson (1956)

The summer that I was ten—
Can it be there was only one
summer that I was ten? It must

have been a long one then—
each day I’d go out to choose
a fresh horse from my stable

which was a willow grove
down by the old canal.
I’d go on my two bare feet.

The Centaur. )

I am going to see The Habit of Art with [ profile] whatho next month, and I think I should try to read some Auden, and possibly also listen to some Britten. Generally I don't do any preparation for plays, I like to see if they stand alone (and also I am lazy), but somehow it seems that I might get more out of it if I knew something. I'm not sure.

I am currently roasting a chicken. I put onion and garlic and a lemon in it and everything. I'm going to have roast potatos with it, and then I'm going to make stock, and on Saturday I'm going to (try and) make risotto for the first time ever. I can't tell you how grown up I feel.
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Freemasons' Hall. )

Leisure Games, the Stephens Collection. )

Nation. )

Adam Hills. )

We watched Doctor Who on Sunday. OH GOD IT WAS EVERYTHING I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE, AND LESS. Roll on regeneration.

Punk Rock

Oct. 30th, 2009 10:34 am
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Last week Jen took me to see Surrogates. )

Last weekend I went to Manchester to see [ profile] notmarcie, [ profile] chiasmata and [ profile] irrtum. We went to the Royal Exchange to see Punk Rock. )

On Sunday I went with Jen to see Jon Richardson. He is from Lancaster, though he lives in the south, and this was his first proper show up here (other than uni gigs), and all his family were there. He was worried about saying "spunk" in front of them. He was supported by Matt Forde, who is very genial and I've liked various group shows I've seen him do, but I simply don't think he should do stand-up. It wasn't actively bad, just sort of dull, and he seemed quite lost without other people with him.

I am off to London. This includes the threat of outdoor swimming, the promise of museums and whatever else I can fit in before I come back on Wednesday.
slemslempike: (girlsown: end of term)
LUSU comedy. )

The Clink, Tower Bridge, Ripper walk. )

Matt Tiller. )

Simon Bird. )

It's Debateable, Ragged School Museum. )

Also recently I had two Nicola Marlow connections that I forgot to mention. In the Royal London Hospital there is an invitation to Nelson's funeral that she could have wrapped with her other Nelson things, and one of the songs in Cymbeline is Fear No More, though I think that Dr Herrick would scarcely have approved of the new setting.
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Royal London Hospital Museum. )

2 museums down, 199 to go! I had intended to get the tube back from Whitechapel, but it was so nice talking to [ profile] khalinche that we kept walking until we got to Mile End.

Comedians - lots of spoilers. )


Sep. 5th, 2009 10:16 pm
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A link and a thought about men. )

And I like this poem: pick-up lines for feminists, which I saw linked in Bitch's feminist joke contest. (Sadly they have not yet got many good comments - I think the joke about waves is particularly poor, but I do like the masturbating one.) Anyone who says this:

your feet must be tired.
because you have been
running through my
mind and struggling
against the repressive
gender roles
that we have been
socialized into
all day.

to me is pretty much guaranteed a patriarchy-subverting consensual sexual encounter of a mutually satisfying nature to be determined through a fair and transparent system of democratic decision-making.

I went to the theatre in Manchester. )

39 Steps

Mar. 9th, 2009 08:35 pm
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Has anyone seen The 39 Steps, as in the play that's 4 actors playing 150 roles and was best comedy? If so, how much of it is dependent on having seen the film? I actually haven't read the book either, but could do so in time.
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I had an absolutely lovely weekend in Stratford-upon-Avon with [ profile] terriem and [ profile] felinitykat. We had accidentally, but fortuitously, timed our visit to coincide with an annual fair. So after we had visited Shakespeare's grave, walked along the picturesque river (carrying out experiments on ducks and candy floss, and learning that locals refer to the recreation ground as "the rec"), paid 50p to cross a very small stretch of river on the chain ferry (in the middle of the very small stretch of river Terrie announced that it was a very good business plan, which it probably is), and looked at posh frocks, we went on the waltzers.

This was BRILLIANT. We were the oldest by a good ten years, I'd say, and we screamed because we wanted to go faster, waved our hands in the air, were spun violently by a bored-looking man smoking a cigarette and giggled incessantly through the whole thing. We also went to the Falstaff Experience, where we peered cautiously through curtains, failed to summon the devil, learnt interesting facts and were scared by an unexpected man. At the end there was somewhere where you could buy old pennies and use them to play old slot machines. There was a scary wobbling face, various ping-type things, a fortune teller and one I loved where you used a hammer to fling the penny through the air to a wishing well. I won lots on that.


Our guest house was lovely, and no-one snored.

All my ebay items finished, and I am just waiting for one cheque to come in. I made £90 (though 20% of that goes to charities). The only things that didn't sell were the t-post shirts, and I was fairly sure that they wouldn't anyway. Woo! I am feeling quite bereft at no longer having anything to check on my ebay. I'm leaving the £90 in my paypal account because I just use it for ebaying anyway. Now I need to spend a few hours sorting out my Scottish Government expenses, and my departmental claims. And teaching contracts. We still don't have them yet (two weeks in...) and we don't know what the level of pay will be. And I keep forgetting that I'll be paid for the lecturing I'm doing too, though I have absolutely no idea what the going rate is for
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Yesterday I saw Ivanov, with Kenneth Branagh. I liked it very much, although the first bit was rather dragging. However, the theatre was absolutely freezing, and I probably missed some of the subtler bits due to wondering if I would ever be warm again and trying to regain feeling in my fingers.

Then I met [ profile] huskyteer and we went to Chinatown and then the Laughter in Odd Places gig at the Borders in Charing Cross. Sadly, Stewart Lee had cancelled, but there was still Terry Saunders, Andrew O'Neill, Tim Key and Josie Long. Josie Long specifically said if we didn't like her we were not to write a blog post about it. I had a lovely time, although when Tim Key's assistant swallowed a balloon I was rather terrified, and probably overly impressed.

I chose St Paul's YHA to stay in as it was reasonably central and claimed to be in an area both safe and quiet. I had to switch rooms after the first one I was allocated overlooked a hugely noisy bar. When I asked to change rooms, the surly staff member (which is actually the only type I've ever encountered at the city YHAs) first insisted that all the rooms were on the same side and then grudgingly gave me a key for one that miraculously wasn't.

It was, however, equipped with a snorer. A snorer who was loud and arhythmic, who would occasionally give a blissful few minutes of peace, sufficient to lull you into thinking that might be it, but never long enough to get to sleep. "Accidentally" shining my phone light on her didn't help. (I thought that it might make her turn over to get away from the light without properly waking up. It wasn't just nastiness on my part.) Turning over very violently myself occasionally helped, but only for a moment. I had gone to bed at 11.30pm, after three hours I gave up and listened to music. She drowned out Feist, Rilo Kiley and The Beatles, so I listened to Rancid for a few hours. I like Rancid, so it's okay, but they're not very relaxing. Eventually at 4.30am the generator-sounding thing outside kicked in and I was able to doze fitfully until 8am.

In the morning she looked at me sympathetically and asked if I'd had a bad night, so naturally I apologised in case I'd kept her awake.

I'm supposed to be going to see Six Characters in Search of an Author this afternoon, but I'm worried that I'll fall asleep. I'm in the British Library, taking advantage of their free wi-fi and actually quite hurting my back on the weird seat thing. I had intended to work, but now I'm pretending that it'll be better to do that on the train home anyway. I wrote over 1000 words on the train yesterday, and read two chapters of the book on feminist methods I took out of the library.
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Film Festival

I saw Stone of Destiny. )

After a day's break I returned to see Dummy ) and Love and Other Crimes. )

On Thursday I met up with [ profile] debodacious and equally charming daughter, and we went to see A Film With Me In It. )

Friday was Transsiberian. )

On Saturday I saw Princess of Nebraska. )

Finally, I saw Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day )

As of this week I will be back to making as much use of my Unlimited card as possible, as there are several films that came out while I was otherwise engaged that I'm looking forward to, like Secret Agents and The Edge of Love. I also want to see Teeth, although I think I was misinformed or just overly hopeful, as I thought that a horror about vagina dentata might be quite a feminist thing, but the trailer I last saw suggests otherwise. Still, it'll be something to do, since the television continues appalling.

And now there is but a month to wait until the Fringe and the Book festivals start, and I will have to spend it trying very hard not to buy tickets for everything I want, but to wait and see. I have tickets for my main desires - Debo, Posy Simmonds, Kristin Hersh and The Globe's Romeo and Juliet in the Botanic Gardens, and for the Fringe previews.


I read The Player's Boy and The Players and the Rebels as a nice break, and then I decided to read the Bill Bryson book on Shakespeare (thanks, Lizzie!) to see where Antonia Forest might have got her source material from. And Ned's dead. I didn't know, and it quite upset me. He died at 27, which is probably not much past the end of the books. I hope he was still there when Nick came back from his voyage. Apparently he's buried in Southwark Cathedral, so I might try and see it next time I'm there.

I thought about Nick quite a lot when I was watching the histories last month, as we started with Richard II and he had to decide whether to inform, and then later with his Feeble not surprising anyone that he was willing to go to war (Feeble here was played by a woman), and having to deliver the lines even after having heard Anthony Merrick say it as his neck speech. I didn't know the histories (or indeed the history) very well, so I didn't follow all of it, exactly. But it was quite great. I remember there was a bit where lords slapped each other with gloves, and quite a lot of French nobles hanging around on ropes, and Katherine wasn't as awful as she mistly is, and the funny bits were funny, which is quite an achievement , considering. I was sitting next to some people who were also there for the entire series, and we started off saying "thank you" for letting each other past, and built up to friendly hellos each day and then I had quite a nice conversation between parts of Henry VIth with the man next to me about the interrelation between history and current politics, and the iniquities of university funding cuts, and whether or not disciplines truly had integrity that might be lost in interdisciplinary undergraduate work.


The first weekend I was here I took myself off to the Museum of Modern Art and the Dean Gallery. They're right next to each other, and I can't remember what I saw in which, as they've merged somewhat in my head. There was an exhibit on maternity, and I liked some of the pieces (like the replica birthing doll), but the signs were very irritating, as they tended to declare that the artist "transcended race and gender" without saying how they had done so, and actually I disagreed quite strongly that some of them did in fact do that, and not just ignore them, which is not at all the same thing. There were some pictures of showgirls on Broadway that I rather liked. Oh, and there was a HUGE robot in one room, which went all the way up to the ceiling and you could go and stand between its legs and look at all the metal. The Dean Gallery had a sort of library which I liked very much indeed, and I'm sorry that I have no academic interest in art so I can't go and use it. It was small, and the staircase sort of built itself into shelves that looked stuffed with interesting books.

I went to the Royal Academy exhibition, which had a lot of things that I wouldn't have on my walls if you paid me (mostly because I didn't like the colours), but which had won prizes. I've forgotten the name of the artist who did my favourite thing, even though I looked it up specially, which was of the Tower of Babel, with lots of rows of tiny elaborate silhouettes of people marching along and then winding their way up the tower and then some seemingly falling down from the top, all in black ink.

I have Plans to go to the Portrait Gallery, and the National Gallery in one of the coming weekends, and I hope that when I'm in Glasgow for work I can sneak off to the Museum of Modern Art there too.
slemslempike: (x: cheerleader)
Wednesday - theatre bad manners )

The Lover/The Collection )

The Unbelievable Truth recording )

Thursday - How to choreograph a sensitive cheerleading routine post 9/11 )

Snowbound )

Liberty is the freedom not to wear plastic coils on my clothing )

Friday: work, fun work, Jane Bond )

This weekend I lay around on the sofa watching snooker. This week I have far too much work to do.

* Poor Humph, I hope he is getting better.
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Last Friday I braved the train chaos and went to Preston to see [ profile] nerdcakes and Juno. I was panicking because of the train CHAOS and ended up getting us to the cinema about an hour too early. We were going to go to Chiquito's so that I could have fried ice cream, but apparently everyone else had that idea too, so instead I dragged Sarah reluctantly to KFC because every time that awful advert about mum's night off has been on recently I have wanted their chicken, or more specifically the skin from their chicken. Now that I have had it I won't want it again for several years.

Juno )

On Saturday I went down to Manchester, where I had the nicest roast beef I have ever eaten in my entire life, along with roast carrots and beetroot and the best potato wedges of recent memory, and went to reclaim the night with [ profile] irrtum. I was getting anxious about it, because as I have said I generally don't enjoy the marches, but this was really good, actually. They kept the chants going well enough that I didn't worry about it, and was able to join in as well. I didn't notice any negative reactions, and plenty of people clapping us as we went by. It had two sections - women-only march (including transwomen) at the front, and mixed supporters bringing up the rear. I think it was a really good way of doing it, and it worked well - about 400 people, I think they said on the f-word (where I also appear in severe profile in some pictures they posted). It was also shorter than London, and not as slow-moving, which is always a plus for lazy me. We marched past the very Spar where I went for help a few years ago after I'd been attacked, which also made the whole thing more meaningful for me.

We skipped the rally though, and went to see Margot at the Wedding instead. Then we went back to Rachel's and ate french fancies for supper and then for breakfast. In the afternoon we went to see My Blueberry Nights. Films. )

On Tuesday I went to a Fair Trade comedy thing with [ profile] nerdcakes, who is great to go to comedy things with because she will cheer for things she likes even if no-one else does. I am always cowardly and wait to see if other people are making noise before venturing any noise of even moderate committal. This time she cheered for both Liverpool and Fair Trade fortnight, which are actually good things to cheer for.

Just Fair Laughs )

Today I went to see Banter being recorded, which I really enjoyed. The series starts in April, and I'm not sure where this comes in.

Banter recording )

It ended at 19.20, which meant that, despite an uncomfortably full bladder, I had to set off at top speed to Euston to try and catch the Last Train. I was successful, and in fact had to loiter while thinking of deserts, crackers and the like until they put up the platform.
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Somewhat late this month, but still.

The Good Terrorist - Doris Lessing
Strong Poison - Dorothy L Sayers
The Boys Next Door - Mary Hooper
Stagestruck! - Adele Geras
April Lady - Georgette Heyer
Pirates at Play - Violet Trefusis

Not very spoilery )

Yesterday I went to Borders and took advantage of their £5 of £20 offer. I had one transaction for work, with the Ethics collection of Foucault's interviews and short pieces, and Female Chauvinist Pigs. Then for me I bought Hard Work by Polly Toynbee (the account of her time living in a council estate on the minimum wage), Alan Hollinghurts's The Spell and a children's book, Exchange by Paul Magrs, which is apparently about a "great big book exchange". I also bought two magazines. I got Red Pepper, which I am really liking and considering subscriing to. The other magazine was an issue of something called what is enlightenment? which I got for work because it was a special thing called "Woman: A cultural Philosophical and Spirital Exploration" and has bits about contemporary feminism. It's a bit batshit. There is a rather strange rehashing of the whole girls gone wild phenomenon and lots of very odd articles.

I booked myself a ticket for the RSC's Taming of the Shrew in May. I was only checking to see what the prices were like and suddenly there I was, entering my credit card details.
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Actors' penes seen in the flesh thus far this year:

1. Harry Potter's wand
2. Gandalf's staff.

Oh, the play? )

When I left it was absolutely pissing it down, and it didn't look like it was goig to calm down, so I just went for it. The wrong way, it turned out. So what should have been a five/ten minute brisk walk turned into maybe 20-30 mins, and I was absolutely soaked. The water running down the hill just from the rain was over the rubber bits of my shoes, the gutters were well up to my ankles. And yet, the back of me was barely damp. The front made up for it, though. I spent the next day feeling decidedly damp.


Jun. 27th, 2007 10:19 am
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I got a returned ticket for King Lear with Ian McKellen on Saturday! It is my reward for ringing them up, I feel. It would be my reward for giving a paper, but as I have not yet finished writing it, that might be a bit previous.

Lear! McKellen! I have seen one production before. It was at Tolethorpe Hall, and the highlight was when an audience member sneezed during the most moving speech. This was also before I had read the play, and my sister was annoyed because I told her there was a specific line in it that she was waiting for the whole way through, but it turned out I'd got that wrong. Tolethorpe is a bit wobbly a lot of the time. I've seen a really good Midsummer Night's Dream there, but King Lear was dismal. And not in the way it's kind of meant to be, either.

Must finish paper and do slides for it. Huh. I have been very good (though not if you judge goodness by actually doing any work) and not started the slides until it's finished, because I know I would just spend all my time messing around with background colour and turn up hoping desperately that the audience would be mesmerised by all the special effects and not notice that I hadn't said anything.

I watched Arabella Weir's Tough Gig last night, and was rather annoyed by it. She said that she hadn't done stand-up before, and it seems a very odd decision to have the only woman in the series not be an established comedian (as distinct from comedy actor). She wasn't terribly good either. Her crowd were paranormal people, and throughout the "before" bit where she spent time with them to get material she seemed really sneery, and making jokes at their expense completely, rather than finding out why they were interested in the subject, and what their experiences were. Her gig was more of the same, with the addition of a really stupid comment about the men in the group only being there because the women had big tits. Nice.

I didn't watch Three Fat Brides, One Dress or whatever that dreadful sounding thing is that Gillian McKeith was doing last night. I almost did, because it seems so, so awful. We in this house have been watching a lot of television recently designed to make us better women. Anthea Turner's Perfect Housewife, Trinny and Susannah Undress, and a weird thing about home decoration where they found a couple wanting to redecorate a perfectly serviceable living room, made two mock-ups and got them to design their perfect living room. Which they both duly did, without any thought about what the other might like. The man had a huge flatscreen TV mounted to the wall (and very little else), while the woman had a tiny TV housed in a cupboard, which you couldn't see from the sofa. And then she had her piano in there, and it hadn't seemingly occured to him that she might want that. Oh, bad. Mostly what we learned is that we are not good women.

But! The other day I was watching Trisha (while waiting for Orlando to be on Ellen), and they were doing a make-over of a woman whose daughter complained that she was too frumpy. The mother came out looking uber-swish, and the daughter cried in happiness that she was no longer to be subjected to a less-than-beautiful relative. The mother was a little nervous still, and said "I don't look like Lynn Scully?" and the daughter said "No mum, you look like Susan Kennedy!" Which is, I think you'll have to admit, the nicest thing anyone could ever say to another human being.


Sep. 3rd, 2006 10:29 pm
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[ profile] wonderlanded was very lovely and took me to see Mary Poppins, which had a very badly organised foyer. The theatre was very pretty once we got in though. I'd been prepared to have small children forgetting themselves in the excitement, but I was sitting next to two elderly men. Who sang along. Loudly. It two times of me telling him I couldn't hear the actors before he stopped with his "pom pom pom"s. It was a relief when it was one of the new songs they'd inserted that he wouldn't know the words to. At the interval (mmm, Haagen-daz) they swapped around with some elderly women, which was a vast improvement until one of them started talking at normal volume. Dear lord.

But, the audience aside, it was totally magical. I loved the sets - it was like a giant doll's house. The main part was a two-storey hall, with Mr Banks' office to the left side, and a small sitting room to the right. In the middle the stairs went either down to the kitchen, or up to the bedrooms. For the nursery, that pushed back, and an attic bedroom came down, with sometimes a roof on top. There was a kitchen downstairs for one scene as well. The bank was wonderful - forced perspective so that the dome looked huge, and there were silhouettes of scribes on the pillars that moved like they were writing.

When I was little, I always thought that the 'Chim Chiminee' part of the film was amazing, and the sweeps were so brave for defying death by dancing on the edge of the rooftops. So I was a little disappointed that they didn't do that again, but it was still wonderful. Bert walked up the side of the stage and then danced upside down on the top, and it took me a tiny amount of time to realise that it wasn't magic, and I can only imagine seeing it as a child and how incredible it would have been. It was pretty damn incredible at this advanced age. Also when Mary Poppins flew right above the audience with her green parrot head umbrella.

They added bits from the books, so 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious' happens when they go to see Mrs Corry, who is all out of conversation, and even words, and can only sell them some assorted letters. Which spell...and there was a great dance for it. When they go to the park the statues come to life as well. Mary Poppins was however even nicer than she was in the film. I miss grumpy Mary Poppins. There was also some weird ahistorical parenting, where Mrs Banks says at the beginning "can't we do without a Nanny?" to which the answer is, no, of course you can't and that wouldn't even occur to you DON'T BE SO SILLY. Jane was a little bit shrieky. The programme was stuffed with the various child actors playing Jane and Michael, with saccharine bios. There was one tragic part where one of the Janes said how pleased she was to be playing opposite her friend Lawrence, but Lawrence doesn't mention her. The utter sadness of childhood unrequited love.

The only real sad thing was that they cut 'Sister Suffragette'. Which I suppose goes hand-in-hand with Mrs Banks' discovery of her anachronistic calling to parent her children singlehandedly, but it was sorely missed.


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