The Savage(s)

Oh, dear ... I've taken to accosting blippers!

I had meant to go to the preview the other weekend of Live Theatre's latest development 'Live Tales' a new creative story writing centre for children. I didn't make it but as I was heading back from Workington last night I was thinking I'd like to see the Dave Almond play, The Savage before it finishes. So, it was a case of coast to coast, west to east. I booked my ticket this morning and headed over to Newcastle leaving it a bit late. As I queued at the box office I thought the ladies in front looked familiar but wasn't quite sure so I picked up my ticket and went through to where they had sat so I could scrutinise a bit more and then had little doubt, it was definitely walkingMarj with her mum and friend. As other blippers know, I am developing a 'pop up' blipper notoriety and this was no exception as I accosted the poor unsuspecting Marjorie!

What a lovely bit of serendipity. 

Marjorie and I wandered out to blip (bit like a fag break really) during the interval. A couple of nice Geordie lads took our photo ... clearly a bit scared of these two savages ...

The play was magnificent. A real visceral exploration of grief and anger ... absolutely my cup of tea. It certainly had me in tears. The actors, the set, the lighting and wonderful blend of choreography were completely captivating and both heart rending and heart warming. It reminded me, yet again, of songlines ... like the other night at Arnside.

As I headed home I stopped to pick some strawberries and gooseberries. As I looked up for a moment, across the glorious Northumberland countryside, I was surrounded by families picking strawberries. It was a real field of Babel with every conceivable language and dress around me and I thought how wonderful it was, more especially after recent events.