Wednesday, 15 October 2014
Unaccustomed as I am...
The monthly spoken word open mic nights have resumed in town. I nearly went to the first one to see what it's all about, with a tiny thought at the back of my mind that I might take my courage in my hands and do a turn. In the end, I didn't make it, but I gather it was a great success: standing-room only! I'm probably not quite ready for that.
My mother has no such qualms about performing. She is quite a regular on the 'circuit' and can be seen reciting monologues and doing poetry readings at various gatherings in north Staffordshire. One such recent engagement was at a harvest supper, where she had been requested to read a little something to the assembled villagers.
She told me. 'It was a nice meal, pleasant company, and they seem pleased with what I'd selected - a mixture of the profound and the humorous. In fact, they were rapt! As well as polite applause between some of the poems, there was some good clapping at the end.'
She was brought back to earth, however, when no sooner had she sat down than a chap (the church warden or some such) leapt to his feet and announced: 'And now we come to the moment we've all been waiting for: we will now draw the raffl1e!'
Ah, fame is a fickle mistress.
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My mum is just the same, Julia - she's 83 and still acts on the stage of her local theatre. I just turn into a jabbering wreck at the thought of reading anything out.ReplyDelete
They are a remarkable generation, Wendy.Delete
I expect I get my karaoke prowess from the old girl !ReplyDelete
I thought you got it from pints of Pedigree. ;-)Delete
Good for your mum that she's got the confidence to do that!ReplyDelete
Indeed. She shows no sign of slowing down - thank goodness!Delete
Nothing like a raffle to enrapture an audience.ReplyDelete
To add insult to injury, they asked mum to pull out the winning ticket!Delete
Fame is definitely a fickle mistress. Thanks for sharing that story. :) Your mother sounds like a firecracker. :)ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping by, Tyrean.ReplyDelete
Forgive me - I am laughing too hard to type! I think I love your mother. (But do do a reading one of these times. they'd enjoy it.)ReplyDelete