Drama festival
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ravenInteresting afternoon.
No, really.
Firstly, Yusra kept on talking about "gunge" in a decidedly TMI fashion. This eventually provoked Becca into a wailing fit - "I can't believe you're leaving!" - which wasn't really the reaction she was originally going for, but people are weird. While all this was going on, Bev was asking for my help with good words to use in the speech she was giving (what, do I have a "Talking Lexicon" sign stuck to my back or something?) and in order for me to help, I asked her to give the speech for me. It was unbelievably funny... Bev, as I may have mentioned, does not have the ability to start at the beginning of a story and tell it through to the end. She invariably goes off on a random tangent in the middle, and the comes back to the beginning if possible and starts again from a different angle this time.
She tried telling us a story about her grandmother once - "Well, my nan went down to Formby, and it's difficult 'cause she doesn't like getting the train, and that's the nan who drinks loads of orange juice and calls everyone Hazel, and she didn't want to go to Formby in the first place, and that's 'cause her son lives there and he doesn't agree with her and besides she remembers his name and doesn't call him Hazel..."
I always take deep breaths to sustain me when listening to Bev tell me about anything, and she has a faint, oddly pleasant Scouse lilt which makes her all the funnier. The speech was unbelievable in its unintentional hilarity. I didn't dare make any contributions for fear of ruining the perfection of it with any outside influence.
I asked her later how it went. She said it was okay, nothing more, but I have my doubts. While she was in English, I was asleep in the fitness suite while Becca and Lucy and everyone else were active and did things. I just curled up in a corner and slept. The one good thing is the Tango People weren't there, and we tuned the radio to our own preferences. The first song that came on was Natalie Imbruglia's Torn, which I love. I think most people do. That was the only thing I thought was worth staying awake for. I didn't do much for the whole afternoon. In English, no-one turned up to sit with us, and seeing as Mrs Enstone didn't appear until about half three, I just listened to Konstantine and did very little at all. Just before she came in, I was considering, in a half-asleep-sort-of-way, whether or not I should just walk out and leave, because as I've discovered lately, no-one cares enough to keep track of where I am, but before I could actually do it, the teacher arrived. So much for my latent rebelliousness. She let us out early so we could stay ahead of the "stampeding hordes" - in other words, the people from the drama festival - and get out in time. I did manage to get out - I'm not sure which play won the drama festival, though. I wasn't initially all that sure who was judging - it was supposed to be David Lyon, the guy who (sort of) directed To Kill a Mockingbird, seeing as he, like so many other wannabe actors from round here, was on Brookside, but he couldn't do it, 'cause Brookside were actually filming today. How deliciously ironic. So, they used Molly Heal as a judge. I didn't know who she was, except some random girl in the Lower Sixth, but it all became clear later. Apparently, she was the only girl who didn't have a connection with any of the plays, so she judged. Whatever worked for them.
I wish we could have seen the plays, but remembering our own efforts, they wouldn't have been fantastic to say the least. I mean, I wasn't exactly the best person to play Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol, but I was the best person we had. Which is saying something. Becca had a good cameo role in Daisy Pulls It Off - she was very funny as Miss Gibson, toffee-nosed headmistress, but I wasn't even in that one. Not that I really cared.
And we didn't win either time. Oh, well. Maybe we'll get to win next year as the producers . Maybe.
No, really.
Firstly, Yusra kept on talking about "gunge" in a decidedly TMI fashion. This eventually provoked Becca into a wailing fit - "I can't believe you're leaving!" - which wasn't really the reaction she was originally going for, but people are weird. While all this was going on, Bev was asking for my help with good words to use in the speech she was giving (what, do I have a "Talking Lexicon" sign stuck to my back or something?) and in order for me to help, I asked her to give the speech for me. It was unbelievably funny... Bev, as I may have mentioned, does not have the ability to start at the beginning of a story and tell it through to the end. She invariably goes off on a random tangent in the middle, and the comes back to the beginning if possible and starts again from a different angle this time.
She tried telling us a story about her grandmother once - "Well, my nan went down to Formby, and it's difficult 'cause she doesn't like getting the train, and that's the nan who drinks loads of orange juice and calls everyone Hazel, and she didn't want to go to Formby in the first place, and that's 'cause her son lives there and he doesn't agree with her and besides she remembers his name and doesn't call him Hazel..."
I always take deep breaths to sustain me when listening to Bev tell me about anything, and she has a faint, oddly pleasant Scouse lilt which makes her all the funnier. The speech was unbelievable in its unintentional hilarity. I didn't dare make any contributions for fear of ruining the perfection of it with any outside influence.
I asked her later how it went. She said it was okay, nothing more, but I have my doubts. While she was in English, I was asleep in the fitness suite while Becca and Lucy and everyone else were active and did things. I just curled up in a corner and slept. The one good thing is the Tango People weren't there, and we tuned the radio to our own preferences. The first song that came on was Natalie Imbruglia's Torn, which I love. I think most people do. That was the only thing I thought was worth staying awake for. I didn't do much for the whole afternoon. In English, no-one turned up to sit with us, and seeing as Mrs Enstone didn't appear until about half three, I just listened to Konstantine and did very little at all. Just before she came in, I was considering, in a half-asleep-sort-of-way, whether or not I should just walk out and leave, because as I've discovered lately, no-one cares enough to keep track of where I am, but before I could actually do it, the teacher arrived. So much for my latent rebelliousness. She let us out early so we could stay ahead of the "stampeding hordes" - in other words, the people from the drama festival - and get out in time. I did manage to get out - I'm not sure which play won the drama festival, though. I wasn't initially all that sure who was judging - it was supposed to be David Lyon, the guy who (sort of) directed To Kill a Mockingbird, seeing as he, like so many other wannabe actors from round here, was on Brookside, but he couldn't do it, 'cause Brookside were actually filming today. How deliciously ironic. So, they used Molly Heal as a judge. I didn't know who she was, except some random girl in the Lower Sixth, but it all became clear later. Apparently, she was the only girl who didn't have a connection with any of the plays, so she judged. Whatever worked for them.
I wish we could have seen the plays, but remembering our own efforts, they wouldn't have been fantastic to say the least. I mean, I wasn't exactly the best person to play Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol, but I was the best person we had. Which is saying something. Becca had a good cameo role in Daisy Pulls It Off - she was very funny as Miss Gibson, toffee-nosed headmistress, but I wasn't even in that one. Not that I really cared.
And we didn't win either time. Oh, well. Maybe we'll get to win next year as the producers . Maybe.
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on 2003-04-04 01:49 pm (UTC)How come you aren't on MSN?
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on 2003-04-04 01:54 pm (UTC)Why, oh, why, am I telling you this?
Why am I not on MSN? Because I sense my beloved pater is about to march in and hijack the laptop. Doesn't seem worth saying hi and then disppearing as I no doubt will.
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on 2003-04-04 02:00 pm (UTC)Because a) you're bored/tired, and b) it amuses me :P Sorry you can't chat....