I watched a bit of BBC breakfast this morning. \u00a0The wonderful Victoria Wood was on, talking about a TV film she’s made which is going out over Christmas, called The Day We Sang. \u00a0She was being asked whether she was afraid or daunted by writing and directing it – as if she’s never written or directed anything before! \u00a0I mean, can these interviewers be any more patronising? – and she said that as director you’re at the top of a pyramid of very talented people; “…standing on the shoulders of the choreographer and musical director who are doing a sterling job…”<\/p>\n
I know how she feels. \u00a0Although I’m involved in directing theatre and not film at the moment. \u00a0I do feel as if I’m teetering on the shoulders of our amazing choreographer and MD, Julie Barker, whose experience of staging shows outstrips mine and who has the most incredible stage eye. \u00a0I’m so impressed with the routines she’s put together for Cinderella and the standard of work she’s managed to get from our young dancers. \u00a0Of course, I’m also being helped by our company; all of them amazingly seemed to know instinctively what I wanted from their performance and character, so I feel as if I’m hovering on the outskirts at rehearsals, just bringing them all to order when they get the giggles, which is often, but it’s all great fun. \u00a0Oh yes it is! \u00a0I’ve got the great Amy Mac as company manager as I’m not very good on the admin side, either. \u00a0So my only real job is to worry it’s not going to come together. \u00a0I’ve found myself waking up during the night, worrying about things that are long solved. \u00a0For instance, the night before last, I sat up, yes, I actually sat up in bed and said OUT LOUD, ‘What are the little fairies wearing?’ \u00a0I live alone. \u00a0So I’m now at the stage of talking out loud to myself. \u00a0Oh, dear! \u00a0The fabby Stacy Plumb designed the costumes weeks ago. \u00a0 Last week I had drinks and dinner with my friend Lyn in Birmingham. \u00a0Our drinks were interrupted several times by phone-calls as we sorted out a photo-shoot for a local paper for our leading ladies Elena-Beth Carter (Cinderella) and Lydia Lucy (Fairy Godmother). \u00a0Lyn remarked that it was like being out with Cameron Mackintosh! \u00a0If only! \u00a0He has millions and minions, which I don’t. \u00a0Still – this time next year………<\/p>\n
My Christmas present to my readers is almost ready. \u00a0More news very soon!!<\/p>\n
I was saddened to see tweets sent by Jack Monroe yesterday, accusing David Cameron of using his severely disabled late son before ‘selling the NHS to his mates.’ \u00a0I don’t like to get involved in politics on my blog; Blogland is awash with people who consider themselves political commentators and experts. \u00a0But I am saddened and sickened by the attitude of this woman and those supporting her. \u00a0She is a mother herself. \u00a0How can she possibly know what the Camerons went through with their little boy? \u00a0Does the fact that Cameron went to Eton mean that he didn’t suffer for and with his son or love him to distraction? \u00a0Jack Monroe CHOSE to have a child and then CHOSE to give up work and live on benefits. \u00a0She then CHOSE to write about – exploit if you like – her son’s ‘suffering’ at living on benefits, the result and consequence of her own actions, and in the process became the darling of the left-wing and soon found herself a wealthy woman. \u00a0Good luck to her! \u00a0But Samantha Cameron didn’t CHOSE to have a disabled child. \u00a0Monroe’s original tweet – and subsequent tweets – show a total lack of humanity and basic decency; the ugly face modern women. \u00a0We have enough to get on with without turning on each other. \u00a0And by attacking Cameron, she is also attacking his wife; a woman and a mother just like her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I watched a bit of BBC breakfast this morning. \u00a0The wonderful Victoria Wood was on, talking about a TV film she’s made which is going out over Christmas, called The Day We Sang. \u00a0She was being asked whether she was … Continue reading