"...a one...a two...a one, two, three, four!"
I went to the ballet last night. Yup, that's right, your read it correctly. Pither, the man who thinks culture is a posh name for yoghurt, went to the ballet!
The venue was once again Small Town Theatre, the freebie tickets once again came courtesy of the lovely Janey who works there and the production was The Sleeping Beauty by Tchaikovsky.
All the local actors and actresses were apparently busy with panto season and so the performance was by some out-of-towners - namely the St Petersburg Ballet which, I am reliably informed, is probably second only to the Bolshoi.
Ballet has never really appealed to me - or so I thought - but, like Dickens, you can't really have an informed opinion unless you've been to one and so that's why I went.
I was all prepared beforehand for a dreary night which I was sure would see me in the pub over the road while the star of the show was still pushing out the Zs but, guess what?...............it was absolutely fabulous!!
The word "beautiful" kept coming to mind throughout the performance....(I know, I know, "Oh God, Pither's lost it. He's now a luvvie")....but that is the only word to describe the whole experience.
I could comment on the music - Jesus, but that boy can knock out a good waltz! - I could attempt to describe just how lavish the costumes were and I could even have a stab at telling you how hypnotic the dancing was.....but I won't. It will all sound as though I am taking the piss so I will stop here.
All I will say is that if you haven't been to the ballet before you should go. There, I've said it. Grantham shall not have ballet.
P.S. For anyone who suspects that I have "turned" completely and will take to wearing a cravat and using a cigarette holder there is nothing to fear - I stopped off on the way home for fish and chips!! Hurrah!!!
P.P.S. For those kind enough to have been enquiring about my beautiful Pad, his appointment at the vet's was put off from yesterday until Saturday morning. He is, in the meantime, soldiering on.
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14 comments:
its a slippery slope Reg. Its starts with the ballet, then you'll find yourself standing up and waiting behind for the National Anthem at the pictures, you'll be feeling sympathy for the Royal Family soon.
Good luck with Padfoot tomorrow.
"...stopped off... for fish and chips."
From newspaper, I hope? And yes, a good ballet is well worth a ribbing from the yahoos.
BW,
I know, it has got me a bit worried. Before you know it, I could be changing my pants EVERY day and using cutlery at mealtimes! Thanks for the thoughts about Pad.
Hello Dinahmow,
Yes, in newspaper, of course - well, you've got to, haven't you?
It will be cos fanny tutu next.
Was the onset of culture influenced by the cornucopia of lovley ladies wi' legs all the way up?
I hope your chippie doesn't use week-old "Daily Mails" as wrapping paper. A trip to the ballet followed by close contact with the DM could be the beginning of the end of Pither as we knew him. Anyhow, in my experience, The Sun keeps the chips much warmer.
I'm not sure but I think I want you too be my new straight boyfriend - are you as far left as you seem?, far left as me?, me hopes - peace too you brother
Reg, I confess to being slightly worried about this. You'll be getting out of the bath for a piss next.
Did they have an orchestra at the theatre for this event by the way, or were they using recorded music?
BGT
Awesome! My sister was a professional ballerina for eons, and in spite of byself...love going to the ballet.
Today is Saturday! Please let me know about Pad when you find anything out.
:)
Anon,
That is no way to refer to the Archbishop!! His real first name is Desmond.
Muller,
Ok, ok, ok - I do admit that it was a bit of an international tottyfest but believe me, after an hour I stopped staring at their pants, it was that good!
As to the newspaper, you should know by now that nothing passes my lips which has been in contact with cankerous shit - I insist my chips are wrapped in copies of Fiesta Readers' Wives. It enhances the cod experience, I find.
Welcome Bradley,
Good to have you along. You could say that I am somewhat left-wing in my outlook - so left, in fact, that I'm almost coming back on myself. If you are of that faith, we shall have fun by teatime.
BGT,
Don't be daft! It hasn't come to that yet. Still, I must admit I am toying with the idea of getting out of the bath when I have a shit now.
As to the music, do you seriously think that the St Petersburg Ballet would turn up for a performance with just a ghetto blaster on a table at the back, a la David Brent??!!?
I always knew you were a luvvie. But hey, you balanced the culture out with the proper dose of trailer in the form of chips in newspaper, so it's all good. I'm glad to hear Padfoot is soldering on.
So there were really real musicians playing really real instruments then? Boffo. Sorry for being cynical - in these days of people so regularly getting ripped off, shat on, reamed out and fucked over, I suppose I'm getting overly pessimistic.
BGT
BGT,
Thank you, Sir Malcolm Sargent.
Ballet ok BUT, I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue coming to that same theatre soon. Possibly last chance to see the legend Lyttelton.
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