Fiction Reveals Truth That Reality Obscures

Ok, so I admit I stole the quote from Jessamyn West and this particular blog post is about Theatre in England. So why did I choose a quote from an American Quaker novelist? No reason. I just like it.

But today... I went to...

And it was awesome.

I decided last week that I wasn't attending the theatre enough and just because I didn't have someone to go with doesn't mean I should miss out. So, I got on Amazon and went rummaging for theatre tickets. (Now, there are many cheap theatre ticket venues (both online and along Leicester Square) that sell discount tickets, but like many things, I've discovered the Amazon interface to be easier, cheaper, and clearer to use.) That was a long aside.

Anyway, I purchased tickets for Matilda for today and Aladdin for February. They were both the cheapest tickets I could purchase. Yay me!

Anyway, I get to the Cambridge Theatre before the show starts and ask for my ticket at the roll call and the ticket man was nice enough to upgrade my ticket - from a restricted view seat in the nosebleeds to...

Here I am taking a (very bad) selfie from the eighth row! Score!

The show was amazing. I think my favourite part was the choreography on the first school number. I liked how the incorporated Matilda's story into the life of Miss Honey and I really enjoyed the kids...except maybe Matilda. Matilda was a very good singer and was cute - but she yelled every line and was angry the entire time. Mind, her upbringing was a bit trying, so I guess if fits, but still I was picturing more...Mara Wilson-like softspokenness. The iconic 'My Mother Says' song at the start was very enjoyable too and the man playing Trunchbull was hilarious. 

Matilda was the fourth show I've seen on the West End and seventh in the UK. 

The first show I saw since moving here was A Dream at the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield. How I got in was amusing. I was at a work conference, a week after moving here, and I was walking around Sheffield a bit and noticed the theatres. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang was way too expensive and the Lyceum, so I went a bit further to the Crucible and noticed there were a ton of people milling about. Asking the ticket lady what show was playing, and asking how much tickets were, I was discovered it was press night and they weren't selling tickets to the show. She asked, however, if I was alone, then nipped around the back and returned with a ticket for me. Free show! Sign me up. So, I randomly jumped in to see a show. 

This was a community theatre piece that took several Shakespeare plays, mixed them together, and modernized them so that they took place in a hospital. It was surprisingly good, though the singing wasn't anywhere close to typical Utah theatre standard. Utah spoiled me for good theatre. (Fortunately, England is also ridiculously talented - there is a professional theatre (or two) in pretty much every city. This is a picture I happily ripped off the interweb from a review on the The Stage. 

The second show I watched was on a Saturday when I was bored and decided to head down to explore London. I got off on Baker Street and everywhere I went was packed. Note to self - avoid London on a Saturday. Madame Tussaud's wax museum was packed, the Sherlock Holmes museum looked kind of dumb, and nothing was popping out. So, I decided to take a stroll in Regents Park. After walking around a bit, I discovered an outdoor theatre that happened to be having a matinee of Pride and Prejudice. It was closing day and they had two seats left. I took one. 

The set was minimal (for everything else I've seen in the west end), but the acting was superb. They made it a comedy and for such a simple set, they used it rather effectively (it rotates around). It was a great show and it didn't even rain on us. 

Up next was a trip to see The Wiz in the Watford Palace Theatre down the street from my work. This theatre is very small, but they did a pretty decent job. I went with a bunch of co-workers and it was a really fun show, though the hour long walk back from the Leighton Buzzard rail station in the pitch dark at midnight wasn't the most fun (they don't have street lights and any cars that pass by are rather blinding). 

The next two shows I saw when Mom and Andrew came to visit. We all saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at the Theatre Royale on Drury Lane and then Andrew and I went to In The Heights at the King's Cross Theatre. 

Charlie and the Chocolate factory had the most elaborate set and costumes of any show I've seen (up to and including Matilda). The music and acting were great. It was fun going to a show with my mother and brother in law. I was humming/singing Willy Wonka's song on the trip back home. I was very impressed with the performance and the theatre was the most gorgeous theatre I've ever been in. It's like 300 or more years old. There is just something special about attending shows with so much history tied to the venue. 

In the Heights was my first experience watching a Lin Manuel Miranda show and I am so psyched for Hamilton to open here in London. The King's Cross Theatre was unique in that it has seating on two sides of the stage and not a lot of seating - kind of like a thrust stage or theatre in the round, but more a rectangle with two stage fronts. Andrew and I were in the third row or so and had great seats to see an excellent show. There was a lot of street dance and Brits do a pretty good job of playing Puerto-Rican Americans. 

The final show I've seen was a good ol' English Pantomime, that is a Christmas tradition. These are fractured fairy tales for children, similar to American melodramas...except these always include at least one cross-dresser and surprisingly crude jokes (and rather overt too) that I was not fully expecting for a 'kids' show. It was really funny though and enjoyable to boo and yell at the actors along with the rest of the crowd. Ours was Beauty and the Beast and included a fight/bet between Cupid and a Wicked Witch that culminated in the Beast falling in love with Belle, Belle's little sister falling in love with Cupid, Belle's father (a candyshop owner) falling in love with the cross-dressing comedy relief candy seller, and the witch turning good. 

It has been a lot of fun attending these performances. The calibre of acting is incredible. Then again, there are so many acting schools in the area devoted entirely to theatre. The daughter of one of my co-workers is hoping to get into one of these schools. They say that certain shows will go to one of the top drama schools and will enlist a class as the ensemble for a West End Show and that a majority of the roles given out will go to graduates of the acting schools here. It's quite a select little club. 

And there you have it. Six months of English Theatre. Hopefully, there will be plenty more where that came from, with better photos. 

Getting from place to place

When I first moved to Leighton Buzzard, it was a 30 minute train ride and a 25 minute walk. A few weeks later, I moved in with the Godivalas and it turned into an hour walk through the Bedfordshire and Buckinghamshire countryside. The summer was lovely and autumn was unseasonably warm, so this was not an issue in the slightest. I got a lot of reading done on my Kindle and got to enjoy the countryside - though admittedly, it was mostly hedges along that stretch of highway. 

Apparently Aylesbury Vale was the birthplace of the Paralymics. Aylesbury was also the hometown of one Roald Dahl.

This is the Wing library  that little room at the back of the town hall.

Signs similar to this adorn every roadway and train station.

Now that I live in Harrow (third county in six months), I walk down Hamilton Road everyday. As such, I frequently find myself humming/singing various songs from the musical.

Here's a picture of my mother at the Marylebone Station with a Chiltern train behind her. It's actually a really old, slow line, but the carriages are nice.

The mandatory red phone booth photo (in Harrow-on-the-Hill) with a typical English sky in the background.

Compared with an atypical English sky...taken on the same day, on the same hill (looking North).

It is often an adventure travelling in England. I've been in the Tube when it was so packed, you couldn't fall over if you tried (I took a photo once, but can't find it). I've also been possibly the only person on a train, other than the driver. I've had fun laughing with/at inebriated people, conversed with Brazilians and Canadians, heard dozens of different languages being spoken, became friends with my neighbor, or traveled in absolute silence (with everybody in ear buds and absolutely self-absorbed).  There are always other people on the streets, as walking is a popular mode of travel. There are way too many cars, and people find driving often takes longer than walking/the tube. The history, combined with the well-preserved countryside and green spaces, makes walking a pleasant passtime (when the weather cooperates and when you're not inundated with the smoke, as people tend to smoke in public a lot more than in the States).

Now off to more travels...

Edited for a few musings -

Strikes. These have been a common occurrence in England since about September - principally on the Southern Line, but recently affecting Transport for London and other lines. Fortunately, London Midlands, the line I usually get, hasn't had those issues yet. I can't think of much worse than being stranded and feeling helpless. My co-worker, Tom, who lives in Croyden and has to travel through London everyday he comes into the office, said that he has literally seen people crying at the station when their trains were cancelled (again) or only have two carriages instead of twelve and won't fit everyone.

Other issues arise that cause delays or cancellations. When a driver or guard doesn't turn up for work, there are cancellations. When a train breaks down, there are delays. When there are leaves on the track that they haven't cleaned up yet, there are delays and cancellations. Broken signals. London fog (it can get very dense). Or people being stupid.

I've been affected a few times and a couple of times, were not for pleasant reasons. The first major one was a train from Newcastle to Edinburgh. The train came an hour late because "someone broke onto the track and got electrocuted and they needed to clean up the mess". And they said it so nonchalantly. Needless to say, I got into Edinburgh a little late.

A recent close call was coming back from Oxford a few weeks ago. I came home on a Sunday night, without realizing that the Tube operators were on strike that day and minimal services were running. I caught the last train back to Harrow from London.

The latest was last Monday, when I was heading up to Potters Bar to do a demo at the Royal Veterinary College. I thought I was running way late because the computer told me it would take an hour and a half to get there. When I got to Kings Cross, it ended up being a 20 minute ride. As I hopped on the train, they announced that someone had been hit by a train near Hatfield and that they would be skipping about 6 stations (including mine). Bah! I got off on the first stop and waited 25 minutes for another train (the slow one) that would stop in Potters Bar. Everything else was closed for the morning. Luckily, my extra time ended up being just right and we had a good demo. I also walked by my company's old office and the sign is still there (and is apparently still turning on at night). They haven't been in that building in 10 years. I should have taken a photo of that...

Another recent escapade was two weekends ago when I was going down to London to meet some friends, as we rented a car and were driving up to Nottingham together. I made it to the bus station right when I'd planned and hopped on the correct bus - going the wrong direction. I ended up hopping off the bus at the other Harrow Station and then got the correct bus going the right direction and made it to the car rental place on time(ish). Fortunately, I beat everyone else, so I consider that early/on time...or at least less late than everyone else.

First post in years!

Greetings from England.

Look, Mom, I posted!

I'm going to do quick posts to catch up on the past few months in England and then I'll try to do a more regular blog - rather than these 5 years between posts. :)

Crazy Week, Academically Speaking

If you tried to contact me over the past few weeks and found me a little comatose and unresponsive, it is because I spent most of the past two weeks (up until the 7th) working on my first paper (which was due on the 7th).  I realized how much time I wasted that I could have been preparing.  Therefore, I've decided to focus more.  I probably put 4-5 hours a day (sometimes more) for two weeks to get a simple 3000 word essay on the apparent disconnect between sovereignty and globalisation.  It was long and arduous to get back into academic paper mode, but I think I'm there now.  After a bit of post-paper mental crashing, I'm ready to start a new week, focused and on the ball.  I have a room in the institute where I study now, to keep me distraction free (it also has bathrooms, an oven and a microwave, electricity that I don't have to pay for, and a few like amenities), so now I'm set to work on the three papers I have remaining this term and to start the structural planning for my dissertation.  My papers aren't due until the 16th of January, but I'd like to get 2, if not all three, out of the way before Christmas.

Mishmash of thoughts and info

Well, I have now been here a month....and have three blog posts to show for it.  Apologies.

I'm starting week 4 of my master's degree on Monday.  I must say, there is a lot of reading involved and I am not doing nearly enough of it.  Andrew, you're my inspiration and I am not living up to your example.

My International Relations course is in the school of Political Science and International Studies  (POLIS). As such, it has a strong political component in all of its modules.  I'm taking more than a third of what is required this semester.  Courses I'm taking include Contemporary International Security, Theoretical Approaches to International Relations, and Conflict, Complex Emergencies & Global Governance.  And there is a lot of reading.  Did I mention that?  For example, one of the classes has 6 pages of suggested readings (books, articles, podcasts, webinars) per class period.  One of them was nice and only gave us 21 books to read this week.  As is, I have not come close to finishing the readings.  But I have come close enough to give reasonable input in our seminars and discussions.

This is actually a really interesting topic of study.  Our debates are certainly enlightening and I'm really interested in the subject.  I also found it amusing on Tuesday as I was walking from one of my lectures with a classmate and as he turned to the POLIS building for his next class, I said, "Have fun in Terrorism class."  It took me a moment to register what I had just said, but it's true.  The module is about terrorism...not how to do it, but how to prevent it and measures countries are/should be taking.  I couldn't fit that module into my schedule this semester, but I am taking Insurgency next semester.

I'm in week three of dance here on campus and I must say, ballroom in England, at least in the part of England I live in, is nothing like I expected.  It seems that a lot of people in England like dancing and see it as British, but no one really does it (I had a discussion about this on the way to the Huddersfield church dance last night with some friends).  Actually, I've danced with two girls (out of four) who said that I was the first guy they had ever danced with.  Apparently, the shortage of guys here is worse than at BYU and that beginning girls pretty much learn how to dance with and compete with (as partners) other girls.  Yikes.  So, on team, we males are a wanted commodity.  I think I may have found a partner, although she is about a head shorter than me.  We danced together last week and it felt pretty good.  Standard was a bit of a stretch, but she's really good at Latin.  There looks to be about 8 competitions the team is thinking of competing in over the year.  I'm excited, although this is certainly no Utah.  There are no classes, no ballroom (we're in the refectory [cafeteria] for practice), and no team routines.  But, there is a professional who teaches the classes, so that's fun.

I'm also spending a lot of time at institute.  We have lunches there three times a week for a quid and dinner on Thursdays for a pound fifty.  Pancake breakfasts are also every Friday.  I go for lunch on Wednesday and Thursday and stick around for institute at 1:00.  I'm taking Teachings of the Living Prophets, Marriage Prep (or whatever it's officially called), and then Book of Mormon on Thursday evenings before ballroom.  There is quite the institute program here.  :)  And, we do a lot of get togethers.  Annie, for instance, had a games night last week and 17 people showed up.  I brought one game that works for that many people.  It was fun, but crazy (rooms are small here).  I'm excited for the annual Muppet Christmas Carol party this year.  I've already purchased the movie.

Well, I think that's good for now.  I have to get ready for the second Huddersfield dance (they're having a convention this weekend, but I didn't know about it until they were already full, so I'm only going to the dances).  It's a live swing band playing tonight, so that means that the music will (probably) not be ridiculously deafening loud and they might play some music that I can dance to.  They don't play slow, swing, country, latin, pop, or any genre that isn't loud bass techno stuff.  ~Sigh~

But, I need to start travelling soon.  Any suggestions for fun weekend getaways?  That aren't too expensive.  I haven't found a job yet.  :P

Pictures

Pictures I've taken so far (not many):

This is my house.  You can see windows from all four stories.  My window is the one on the left on the second story.

This is my street.  It's fairly steep and made of cobbles.  My roommate hates it....well, driving on it.  :)

This is a view of the little park directly behind where I took the picture of my street.  There are tall, old church spires everywhere, kind of reminding me of....

....the mosque I walk by everyday on my way to uni.  I figured Andrew would like it.  There is a huge Arabic population in the area.  

And here is an old cathedral converted into the Leeds business school.  I don't have classes there, but I thought it was cool.  It's pretty high tech inside, despite the 18th or 19th century facade.

And a picture of me, sporting a double chin, despite the fact that I've lost weight here due to walking (briskly...especially when I'm running late) 20 minutes or so to and from university, sometimes twice a day.  

Hopefully that will appease some of you until I have time to take some decent pictures.  :)

Wait...I forgot one.  This is the picture from my window on the day I got here:  

It was a gorgeous day, much like it has been for the past week.  It's been unseasonably warm and sunny.  I've enjoyed it immensely.

Staying Up Late

Whew!  I'm certainly not as young as I used to be - a couple of late nights really did me in.  At least it's conference time, so I can wind down a little bit and listen to conference (when I'm not nodding off - Sorry President Eyring....you're talk was one of my favorites, but I think I missed a quarter of it).

Friday night, my roommates and I drove down to Manchester to go to the YSA dance.  It's about an hour drive from Leeds - or about 45 minutes when Chris is driving.  The dances are also very different from anything I've been used to; which isn't saying much when I consider the (lack of the) amount of dances that I have been to in the past several years.

A few differences between American and English dances:

The music is louder in England.  I could hardly talk/hear anything and lost my voice.
The people are fun. Wallflowers, however, exist in huge numbers.... not that that is actually a difference.
They only play one type of music.  No swing songs.  No slow songs.  No Latin songs.  No country songs.  Just Techno Pop/Rap.  I'll have to see if I can change that a bit.

I danced some street swing with a couple girls.  I did some merengue with another girl to a song with a Latin-esque beat.  I also joined in the breakdancers for a couple of songs.  I might need to get Logan or Mark out here from my old dance crew because they are in need of some help.  :)  It was a really fun night (dances are always as fun as you make them), but it was also a really late night.  We went to an after dance gathering of YSA and then headed home, getting there around 3:30 am.  And then I was up by 7:30.  Stupid sun.

Saturday was a very non-productive day.  We cleaned the house and I played some wii and that's about all I actually remember doing.  I may have napped a little, but I don't think so.  3 hours of sleep does that to me.  8 o'clock and I was getting ready to turn in...when a few people from the YSA came over and invited us all to go to a bonfire.

So, we headed over to one of the girl's apartments and hung out until everyone arrived.  Then we took about 5 or 6 cars and headed up to the moors.  The highlight of the trip occurred in the national park parking lot when I got to play the role of psychopath in a cheap horror film.

There were several cars in the parking lot when we got there.  Seeing one was occupied, I walked over and looked in the window.  As I was reaching to knock on the door, the girls in the back looked and saw me.  All four occupants started screaming hysterically.

The details:

Alex (from New Zealand, almost moved to Okotoks, and played for Real Salt Lake while living in Orem.  Random, I know.) and I pulled up and I saw a car that I thought was Chris and Mosiah.  I knew that they had gone to pick up some girls...although I thought is was Jenni and Becky.  These girls were obviously not Jenni and Becky (they were dressed fairly immodestly), but Mosiah's always grabbing investigators for the missionaries so I thought that might be it.  Well, I walked down and looked in the window, thinking it was Mosiah.  I was about to knock on the door when I realized it wasn't Chris and Mosiah - just a the same make of car.  That's when they started screaming.  I apologized profusely, we all thought it was rather funny after, and we even invited them to the bonfire (although they declined that invitation).  I think it helped that I was Canadian.  The girls even asked if I knew Justin Bieber.  Fortunately, I could say no.

Well, after that, the rest of the night was kind of dull.  It was your typical bonfire with us older singles chatting near the fire while the 18 and 19 years olds flirted and sang up on the rocks.  The view overlooking Leeds and some other towns was breathtaking.  The atmosphere and soil/vegetation are so wet here, that we didn't have to worry about our improvised fire pit causing a fire (if we had been that non-careful in Utah, there would have been another brush fire).

We stayed out until 1 am.  And after 2 straight nights of getting home after 1, I am absolutely dead.  But it was fun and I'm glad I went.

Here's a bad shot of the lights of Leeds from the moors: