I have mentioned in the past my one and only appearance in a play. It was at Sheringham Little Theatre when I played an anarchist in Lord Arthur Savile's Crime by Oscar Wilde.
When we were looking through photographs for a family event we came across the photo of the cast for the drama and I suspect this may have appeared in the North Norfolk News newspaper of the time.
There were a few problems with my appearance in this play which were primarily:
1/ I can't act
2/ I can't act
3/ I can't act and
4/ I was cast as a middle aged anarchist when you can see from the photos that I looked very young. Looking at all the elaborate costumes they could have given me a beard. Mind you I wish I had the same amount of hair today as I did then. Sadly nearly all of these people would have passed on now. As usual there is no date on the back of the photograph, although I could trace it I suspect from my diaries.
Appearing on stage wasn't my finest hour.
Thanks for all the kind comments following my fall on the bus on Monday. I searched without success yesterday to find some bruises. I must have bounced.
Lots came forward with stories of their own falls. I once had a friend named Niagara, he was always falling (think about that one). The best story was one told to me and I hope they don't mind me repeating it although names will be withheld to protect the innocent.
This dear person ended in A and E when an object fell off a shelf and knocked them out when they were minding their own business, sitting on a settee. It reminded me that I'm sitting on a settee whilst I write this. Above my head and on a bookcase is a rather large plant in a pot. I always worry that one day this will collapse on top of me. I do remember having a shower of soil.
It also reminds me of many years ago at Christmas at the home of the other four-fifths. Christmas puddings in cloth used to be hang over a settee on a hook which was suspended from the ceiling. I always worried that the attached string would break and down would crash a yuletide pud. It never happened but it was always a concern.
Today will be another hectic one. I'm popping along to Woodcote sheltered housing to do a really nice story about a cheque presentation to the East Anglian Children's Hospice. The money was raised from donations from residents from a Christmas Day lunch which was cooked for them by the chef from Hethersett King's Head. More about that tomorrow.