Missing Programme

This blog post will be meaningless to most, it’s simply a way for me to share a list with some folk.

Date Title(s) Director(s)
????/?? A Slight Ache Brian Holt
????/?? Time Of Your Life  
1949/04 April Fools (revue)  
1949/12 Four One Act Plays  
1950/03 When We Are Married  
1950/11 Gaslight  
1951/03 Camel’s Back (The)  
1953/12 Without The Prince  
1955/03 Happiest Days Of Your Life (The) Betty Howland
1955/12 Three One/Act Plays  
1956/11 Such Things Happen  
1957/03 Winslow Boy (The) Betty Howland
1958/01 Late Christopher Bean (The) Tony Evans
1958/05 Separate Tables Gerard Gould
1961/11 Breath Of Spring Shirley Gratwick
1963/03 Chalk Garden (The) Shirley Gratwick
1963/09 Bear / The Wedding Man / When The Wind Blows (The) Betty Howland, Sheila Wiggs
1963/12 Playbill Shirley Gratwick
1964/04 Tonight’s The Night (revue) Bill Edwards
1965/04 Hocus Pocus John Lane
1968/03 Someone Waiting Fiona Bryer
1968/11 Bell Book And Candle Sheila Wiggs
1973/05 Quiet Weekend George Clifton
1973/12 A Christmas Carol Eileen Holland
1974/12 Ghost Train (The) Marilyn Airstone
1976/10 Old Time Music Hall (revue) Roger Smith
1978/05 Under Milk Wood Shirley Gratwick
1981/12 Humpty Dumpty Peter Kingdom
1982/05 Boeing Boeing Peter Wheeler
1982/10 Alphabetical Order Pat Slack
1982/12 Aladdin Peter Wheeler
1984/02 Secretary Bird (The) Roger Smith
1984/05 Ladies In Retirement Eileen Holland
1984/12 Cinderella Peter Wheeler
1985/05 Waiting In The Wings Roger Smith
1986/03 Ten Times Table Paul Hencher
1986/07 Zigger Zagger (Youth) Catherine Enticknap
1988/03 Pinocchio (Youth)  
1988/05 Peter Pan (Youth)  
1988/07 Lark Rise  
1988/09 Stage Door Canteen (1940’s revue)  
1988/10 Lion In Winter (The) Paul Hencher
1990/06 Merry Wives Of Windsor (The) Pat Slack
1991/07 Relatively Speaking Colleen Tudway
1991/10 Shot Peter Wheeler
1993/03 Beside The Sea Bernadette Tildesley
1996/06 Joseph And The Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat (Youth)  
1997/05 Translations Steve Trenchard
1998/05 Kindertransport Steve Trenchard
1998/09 Night Must Fall Shirley Gratwick
1999/03 Twenties (The) Bernadette Tildesley, Tony Long
1999/12 Cinderella Steve Trenchard
2000/10 A Streetcar Named Desire Steve Trenchard
2001/12 Oliver Colleen Tudway
2002/03 Waiting For Godot Steve Lambell
2002/10 Rainland The Musical Robert Duncan
2002/12 Dick Whittington Colleen Tudway, Tony Long
2003/?? Music Hall Revue  
2003/03 Enter A Free Man David Bright
2003/09 Caught On The Hop Tony Long
2004/01 Flanders & Swan / Fifty Years On Caroline, Simon Baynes
2004/03 Twelfth Night Andy Rimmer
2004/09 Daisy Pulls It Off Colleen Tudway
2004/10 50s Revue  
2005/?? None The Wiser  
2005/03 Rivals (The) David Bright
2005/05 Tempest (The) Simon Baynes
2005/07 Hostage (The) Bernadette Tildesley
2005/09 Breaking The Code Susan Deaney
2006/09 Deadly Nightcap Steve Lambell
2006/12 Jack And The Beanstalk Colleen Tudway, Tony Long
2007/09 Dresser (The) Steve Lambell
2008/07 Outside Edge Colin Deaney
2008/09 Party Piece Julia Roitt (now Rush)
2009/05 London Assurance Bernadette Tildesley
2009/07 Memory Of Water (The) Yvonne Maxwell
2009/09 A Month Of Sundays Julia Roitt
2009/12 Toad Of Toad Hall Colleen Tudway
2010/09 Winslow Boy (The) Tony Long
2010/12 Dick Whittington Tim Shepherd
2011/03 Ghost Train (The) Julia Roitt
2011/05 Flare Path Val Cockayne
2011/07 Proof Victor Gaultney
2011/12 Cinderella Colleen Tudway, Robbie Wratten
2012/03 Dancing At Lughnasa Yvonne Maxwell
2012/05 Present Laughter Chris Parker
2012/07 Arcadia Tim Shepherd
2012/12 Humpty Dumpty Mary Cleare
2013/03 Deep Blue Sea Yvonne Maxwell
2013/07 A Century Of Song Bernadette Tildesley, Tony Long
2014/09 Quartet Bernadette Tildesley
2015/?? Come Rain Or Come Shine Bernadette Tildesley, Tony Long
2015/05 Yes Prime Minister Brian Holt
2015/12 Puss In Boots Colleen Tudway, Tony Long
2016/03 Murder Afoot Pat Shepherd
2016/07 Macbeth Chris Parker
2016/09 House Of Bernada Alba (The) Bernadette Tildesley
2017/03 Lady Susan Pat Shepherd
2017/05 Absent Friends Brian Holt


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Free stuff, but at a price. Time to call in … The Cable Slayer

I like it when companies offer to give me free things, especially when it’s things that I can actually make use of. So when I was offered the chance to have a couple of new armoured USB cables, I leapt at the chance. Now as I said, these are free, but at a price. The price being, that in return for being given them for free, I write a review of the product. It doesn’t have to be a good review, it doesn’t have to be favourable, just honest.

Well the trouble with reviewing anything right away is that that is no test of the product. Drive a new car off the forecourt of any garage and it should be 100% perfect at that moment. But write a review of it a year later, when bits have fallen off, warn out, disintegrated, well that’s a different matter. So any review of a brand new cable is going to be fairly bland to read. It’s a cable. Even the dumbest (let’s not name countries but you all know I mean Chinese) tech manufacturer can make a cable that lasts at least a week.

So my review could only be superficial. But it also needed to follow a short period of thorough testing. Which is why I handed one of them over to our tame cable driver.

Now some say that she has to be recharged directly from moonlight. And others that she has USB sockets for ears. All we know is, she’s called the Cable Slayer.

And so this was my review.

Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the cables, leads and the forces of data; to stop the spread of their bytes. She is the Cable Slayer.

She also happens to be our daughter. We’re not really sure what she does with cables.

Maybe she plaits them and let’s then down from her prison tower bedroom so that passing knights might rescue her. Really guys, just knock.

Maybe she plugs one end into Google and sits chewing the other in the hope of bypassing revision altogether.

Many cables have died at her hands. Innocent victims of her malevolent ways. So obviously when a cable arrives in packaging with the words “ArmorCord” ™, “Durability”, “Robust”, “Bending Tolerance”, “Strain Relief” and “resilient to abuse”, we give it to her.

Well she’s had it for two weeks and it still works, so the omens are good. It certainly looks and feels tougher than her previous victims. So maybe this is the one.

And yes, if that opening sentence sounds just a little too familiar, check this out.

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Cows. Just how much do we know about them?

So according to the latest Waitrose milk advert, their cows spend at least 120 days out of the year, grazing. Awesome, they’re cows. Grazing is what cows do.

But hang on, that’s ALL that cows ever do. Surely they should be grazing for more than just a third of the year. I mean, what else do they have to do? Get car insurance quotes? Update their Facebook pages? For centuries, cows have been telling us that they just eat grass, all day, every day. Whenever I stop and take a picture of a particularly attractive cow, it’s always munching on grass. I’ve never once had a conversation with a cow who didn’t have her mouth full.

Yet I’m a lot busier than most cows. I’m busier than the average cow. To put it into the historic parlance with which I am more comfortable, I am significantly busier than the cow on the Clapham Omnibus.

I have stuff to do. I have places to be, I’ve things to do, women to meet and hearts to break. And yet, despite my busy, hectic schedule, I find time to graze every single day. Not 120 days out of the year but 365.25 (on average). Surely if I can manage it, a cow should be able to.

So the question has to be asked, what on earth are cows secretly doing for two-thirds of the year that nobody knew about? Is there some secret insurrectionist bovine movement? For years all we’ve ever been worried about is badgers with guns. Maybe we’ve missed a far larger elephant in the room. Or maybe we’re all in denial, and unable to accept the fact that herds of armed subversive cattle have been roaming the countryside.

So I thank Waitrose for highlighting this important issue. Perhaps now, questions will at last be asked. Asked in the media, asked in parliament and yes, asked in the barn. It might be that just as Orwell predicted, some animals are indeed more equal than others.

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Using AND within a FILTER within an ArrayFormula in a GSheet

So I’m talking Google Sheets here, one of the types of available Google Docs. Sheets is like Excel – in many ways. It’s also different – in many ways.

So I recently had a situation where I needed to filter data from one sheet (tab) into another. In English it would have read:

Bring me in the 5th column, of all the rows from the sheet called “Raw Data”, where the 11th column has a date of either today or later and the 4th column says anything other than “TEST”.

Eventually and after a lot of experimentation, I ended up with the forumla above, which on the whole, is self-explanatory.

Except for that ‘*‘!

The FILTER function has two parameters:

What to filter:

'Raw Data'!E:E,

and the criteria to use:

('Raw Data'!K:K>=TODAY())*('Raw Data'!D:D<>"TEST")

And that ‘*‘ in the middle? Well it’s simply GSheet’s way of saying ‘AND’. (A ‘+‘ is used to mean ‘OR’).

In Excel you’d say something like:

AND('Raw Data'!K:K>=TODAY(),'Raw Data'!D:D<>"TEST")

And so we end up with:

=ArrayFormula(FILTER('Raw Data'!E:E,('Raw Data'!K:K>=TODAY())*('Raw Data'!D:D<>"TEST")))


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The Yuletide Cacophony

Christmas MusicWe approach the festive period, sometimes with excitement, often with dread but always with the familiar realisation that some traditions never change. Even the things that some love to hate, would be missed if they made no appearance at all. Neither mince pies, sprouts or turkey are everyone’s favourites, but somehow their absence would just make Christmas all the poorer.

And so as the build-up to Christmas began, we were reminded again of another annual festive tradition that I look forward to, sometimes with dread, sometimes with apprehension but always with excitement at the prospect of being surprised; one way or another. Yes it was time for the Annual School Christmas Celebration Concert Service Festival thing.

This year we were treated to a fabulous mixture of traditional Christmas carols, traditional Christmas readings, that old festive favourite “The Phantom Of the Opera” (I kid you not!) an extremely (shall we say) “enthusiastic” brass band and the head girl using the phrase “shameless hussies” from the pulpit. To add to the theatre of the event, we had stage crew and lighting but more about these later.

The evening started with the very traditional “Once In Royal David’s City” with a beautifully voiced Year 7 treble singing the obligatory solo first verse from the West Door. Everybody of course knows the first verse, but we had to keep quite whilst the treble sang for his supper. And then it was our turn. With song sheets in hand, we filled our lungs, opened our hearts, some opened their mouths and we began to sing.

Midway through the four verses that were ours, the lighting person, added tremendously to the atmosphere, helping to create that Christmasy feel, by plunging us all into darkness, mid-verse. This luminary stroke of genius enabled that time-honoured traditional practice, portrayed on so many traditional Victorian Christmas cards, that of carol singers, huddled together and using their mobile phones as torches. What other creative strokes of genius could the lighting person pull out of the bag? The night was young, I was afraid. For surely he had more surprises for us, his lucky victims.

Now, you know when you sit in the theatre just a couple of rows in front of the cough sweet rustler, that person who is totally unaware that their infernal sweetie wrapper rustling is causing any annoyance, and who, despite your initial, most sympathetic of tolerances towards, you now end up simply thinking “JUST CHOKE AND DIE so we can all get back to enjoying the show”, well we were subjected to a similar scenario. For behind us was a balcony atop which a lady was clicking away with her camera. Actually double-clicking. It was quite dark at times, the church was quite long and she was trying to photograph. Needless to say the shutter was staying open (one click) for ages before closing again (one more click). After taking many many pictures, she decided she wasn’t near enough, then chose the quietest moments to descend the stairs in her very clicky heels (more double clicks).

As I mentioned, the evening’s musical pieces were interspersed with readings, some Biblical, other secular and here, I was introduced to a new phenomenon. At the end of the first reading (taken from Isaiah), the congregation or audience depending on your point of view, applauded. Yes, the school’s headmaster, was applauded for doing no more than reading out loud, from the pulpit, words that someone else wrote. This trend continued with every vocal interlude from the pulpit being applauded. (Later I was scowled at for attempting to applaud the vicar when he gave a blessing – where is the consistency?)

Anyway, as I say, there were many musical offerings from various sections of the school, some of these were gifts to our ears and some of them, well they all tried very hard. The string ensemble’s rendition of “Walking In The Air” was, shall we say, not rushed. I had not before perceived this piece as a potential funeral dirge, but their innovative use of dragging the bow as slowly as possible across the strings definitely gave this piece new meaning for me, which I was able to contemplate at length. At tremendously long length.

A little moment of joy for me, was possible almost unnoticed by many. As I have told you the assembled masses had decided to applaud each of the readings, a point which did not go unnoticed by one child, who simple ended her rendition with “Thank You” as the applause began. Smart kid! She is assured of a future in show business.

Now if dear reader you think that my perception of the evening was negative then you are entirely wrong. Some elements of the evening were a sublime delight – the school’s unique Acapella choir are a joy to hear.

One of my favourite pieces of the evening was a performance by the Junior choir of “When Christmas Comes To Town” from the film The Polar Express. Firstly they resisted the all-too-often performed underhand tactic of bringing in ringers – Senior choir members who are short enough to be taken for Junior members. On this occasion we were treated to a small number of delightful Junior voices, each perfectly crisp and audible from the back of the Church, bringing to life this lovely song which easily became one of the highlights of the evening. And for all the right reasons. Well done to them all.

This had been preceded by a lovely piece which I never get tired of hearing – the wonderfully irreverent and witty John Julius Norwich’s “Twelve Days Of Christmas” parody letter, read by the head girl and boy. There’s something wonderfully naughty about hearing someone say “hussies” from the pulpit.

I was a little disappointed with the speed of the event. The long delays between each piece were sometimes inordinately long. Cake would have been nice. The ‘crew’ would wait for one choir or whatever to clear off, then wait some more for the next choir or whatever to get into place and then begin to rearrange microphones etc. All of this took forever and could, with a few simple steps have all been a lot quicker. One of my pet hates in any show, is scenes changes that take too long and indeed I do sometimes train stage in how to do these things a lot quicker. Even a simple “Enter from stage right and leave by stage left” would have helped. Or use the time during readings to quietly and efficiently get the next piece set up. Or give the audience cake to eat whilst they’re waiting.

Altogether there were five “audience participation” carols, each one accompanied by a new lighting design. I use the word “design” loosely. These enthusiastic and instant lighting states were the results of giving someone unfamiliar with lighting design, two things: new LED lighting to play with and way too much coffee. Subtlety was not in his luminary arsenal, but primary colours certainly were and what’s more, he wasn’t afraid to use them. His favoured weapon of choice was to wait until a carol or musical piece had started. To lull us into thinking he’d gone to the pub and then, with neither a hint of shame, or sadly timing, he’d suddenly push all the LEDs to bright green or blue. Thus momentarily distracting us from the assault upon our ears, by assaulting our eyes.

But despite what you think I may have felt about the evening, it was still wonderful, still Christmassy and still a pleasure to ….. Oh Cake!! They brought out lots of cake at the end. Mince pies (obviously); Panettone (getting better); Stollen (things were really beginning to pick up) and CHRISTMAS CAKE!!!

The evening was a delight. And I have a whole twelve months to recover and forget about it before we repeat the experience again.

And I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Merry Crimble.

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I never claimed to be Byron

When the world conspires to spoil your day,
When the world wants to chide every word you say;
Raise a smile, raise your game, give a shrug and shout “Hey,
Nowt’s gonna bring me down on National Poetry Day”.

National Poetry Day, 6th October 2016

© James McCann (like anyone would want to steal it)!

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My default state is ‘shall_i_cook=no’. But then I had a beer!

I have never enjoyed cooking, I just don’t get it. But then I’m not really a creative person. I don’t paint, I don’t write great prose and I don’t really draw (this is about all I can manage):

So really it’s no great surprise that I don’t cook either. Sure I’ll grill bacon, make scrambled eggs and put all manner of things on toast, but that’s where I generally draw the line. I certainly don’t collect ingredients together and cook things from scratch. When left to my own devices, porridge has generally seen me through (and I have been known to eat cornflakes and rice krispies on occasion but that’s another story).

And to be fair I’m spoilt rotten at home, living as I do with a great cook. Which is handy since I’m a great washer-upper.

So last night I was left home alone and forced to rummage and fend for myself. I began to look around to see what there was. Randomly the first thing I came across was a bottle of beer in the fridge. I was hungry, beer is food. So I drank it.

My hunger was still not sated although my brain was now a little fuzzy (oh I don’t really drink either, so one beer and I’m …)

“I know, I’ll make a stew.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’ll make a stew.”

“Do you even know how?”

“How hard can it be?”

“But you’re drunk!”

“But that just means I’ll worry less about the outcome. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? Let’s do this.”

“You’re nuts.”

“Hey, I’m not the one talking to myself!”

“Erm ……”

Vegetable StewSo I made a vegetable stew. It had potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, butter beans, red kidney beans, chopped tomatoes and (because I’d drunk some ale) a packet of Schwartz Slow Cookers Beef and Ale Stew mix (from when I worked there and they kept giving us loads of freebies) and an hour and a half later it looked like this:

Now, I tend to veer more towards the sciences than the arts and therefore my measurements were quite precise. There was:

  • ‘A very large handful’ of potatoes.
  • Of carrots there was ‘As many as I could hold in one hand’.
  • The beans, beans and tomatoes were easy, ‘One whole tin each’.
  • And hey a packet is a packet, I assume you’re just meant to put the whole lot in anyway.

At some point I noticed that the tin of kidney beans were in a chilli sauce, but hey, they were in now, it’ll all add flavour right?

The end result was a whole crock pot of stew which I’ll still be eating on Christmas day. But it does actually taste rather good.

“Told you.”

“Oh you’re back.”

“Of course. What’s for breakfast?”

“What do you think?”

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