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  1. Wicked

    January 5, 2010 by superlative

    I had a very nice Christmas and New Year, even if it has become a distant memory already now that I’m back at work. I apologise for not having managed to blog at all during that period, but I was too busy having my Mum flap at me about one thing or another and stuffing my face with food I didn’t pay for.

    Anyway, amongst the many Christmas gifts I got from Chris’ Mum, I was very pleased to find two tickets to see the musical Wicked. I read the book ages ago, and occasionally say things like “yes we really must go to the theatre more often”, so she actually did quite well to get us that as a present. She didn’t do so well in picking Monday 4 January, our first day back at work, as the evening to book it for, but she’s a bit dotty like that.
    “You’re not back at work then are you?”, she said when we unwrapped them.
    Er yes, of course we are. Everyone is! But her brain works in its own special little way sometimes.
    It didn’t matter too much really, as the show was at 7.30pm, and the theatre is right next to Victoria station, so it was perfectly possible to get up to London in time to see it. It did turn out to be hideously tiring though, running for a train at 5.30pm through freezing weather, and then sitting on it thinking “I bet my bed is all warm and cosy right now. I wonder what’s on the telly?”
    But anyway, the show was AMAZING. It was easily as good as I had hoped it would be, with a very talented cast and excellent sets and lighting and things. Our seats were right near the back, so when I saw the seating plan I thought we wouldn’t be able to see very much, but the Apollo is quite a small theatre really so the view was fine.
    I was surprised how different the story is compared to the book, particularly the second half of the show, but it didn’t really matter. I think they’d changed it largely to make it more accessible to people who have only seen the Wizard of Oz film, and because there’s simply too much in the book for a stage show.
    Alexia Khadime was great as Elphaba, and has a spectacular voice. The Glinda character had almost as big a part, which I hadn’t realised, and she was also really good and provided quite a bit of the humour. I think we had the standby Sarah Earnshaw rather than the main billed actress. I really liked her anyway, she was really funny.
    It did make me want to go and see more shows, particularly Priscilla Queen of the Desert which is on at the moment (could I be any gayer?), but I don’t think I’d go on a week night again. Standing in freezing Victoria at 10.30pm really wasn’t very fun, and I had to drag myself out of bed this morning.
    I don’t think I’ll blog very much more about Christmas and New Year, but in summary:
    – I had a better than average Christmas, everyone seemed to get on, and I got very good presents.
    – My Mum didn’t come to our Boxing Day meal with my Horrible Grandad, but that was better really because it made it less stressy for me.
    – And for New Year we went to The Jam in Brighton, to a club night organised by Dynamite Sal, which was BRILLIANT. I got trashed and felt dreadful the next day, but was at least conscious at midnight this year.
    Oh yes, and my parents are still subject to their weird voodoo gypsy curse where everything goes wrong for them. Notably over the Christmas period, they enjoyed:
    – a Christmas meal booking with me where the restaurant turned out not to be open for another hour after our booked time, and had no record of their booking, so we ended up in a Wetherspoons in Wanstead eating burgers.
    – water coming in round one of their bedroom windows and running down the wall.
    – a thermostat that broke at 10pm on a Saturday night and proceeded to try to freeze them to death during the subsequent Sunday when no one was available to come and fix it.
    What fun! So of course I had to hear about all that in detail. They really shouldn’t have built their house on that Indian burial ground.

  2. Cursed

    December 3, 2008 by superlative

    I really think that my parents’ house must be built on an Indian burial ground; they have a ridiculous amount of bad luck. Obviously they don’t live in America or anything, but maybe some Indians made a special trip over in order to bury their dead in East London or something.

    Aside from the fact that Mum got ill several years ago and has remained officially disabled since then, and that Dad got made redundant from his job earlier this year (which in some ways was actually a good thing), they have myriad things that go wrong, things that break, things that cost money.

    Take last Friday. It wasn’t Friday the 13th or anything, God knows what else would have happened had it been, but still:

    • Mum got ill with flu. Not a big deal, but worse for her than some other people because she’s ill generally anyway, and so could do without additional viruses. Also, she hardly leaves the house, so where did she get flu from? Anyway.
    • Dad didn’t get paid. Some mess up at the bank and at his employer apparently, but no-one noticed until Mum checked their account to pay the start of the month bills and found there was no money in it.
    • OK those two things aren’t too bad, annoyances but not disasters, for some people the money thing would be a big problem, but they’ve got savings. But then what else happened? Dad was driving home from work, stationary at some lights, and someone crashed into the back of him! “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you”. What??

    So obviously Mum gets stressed at the drop of a hat anyway, she stresses if she can’t find the right pair of glasses (she has about 4 for different types of looking at things), so the combination of feeling ill, having no money, and the car being smashed up at the back sent her into a tailspin. They can sort it out obviously, most of it’s fixed now – Mum’s feeling a bit better, the bank gave Dad his money yesterday, and the car is going to the garage today to be fixed on the other guy’s insurance. But still, quite a bad day I think you’ll agree!

    And it’s not just last Friday, it’s every other week with them. They have new radiators put in, and they start leaking within a week and the carpets are all soaked. Their hi fi reaches the end of its one year warranty, and the CD player and radio both pack up on it at the same time. The cat got a mouth tumour and had to have an expensive operation. Dad had someone make an insurance claim against him for a car accident on a road he’s never been on. The list goes on, and those are all fairly recent!

    So anyway, I think they need to be exorcised or something. And of course I’m the one who gets Mum in a flap needing calming down on the phone whenever any of it happens. I might have to start hiding horseshoes and lucky rabbits feet around their house, just to try to even out the bad karma.