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Sunday, 17 November 2013

The Winter Season

I saw my first ever Royal Shakespeare Company production in Edinburgh for my birthday earlier this year– my first ever live Shakespeare. And. I. Loved it. Jade wasn't so keen, but it was her first too. I think I've just got that gene or something, like Shakespeare always makes sense, or it's easy to make sense of it. But after seeing The Winter's Tale I knew I'd be pre-booking and hunting down the first show to arrive in Newcastle, so I prepared myself mentally for a long long loooong wait. But fear not!! To my utter amazement and ridiculous (-ly childish) joy, what did I see on the metro on my way to college? A whole winter season at the Theatre Royal? In Newcastle? This year? Nooooooo! 
Can you understand how extactic I was? My fellow metro-users couldn't. I suppose having a mini panic attack over a few Shakespeare shows didnt exactly pluck their heart strings. Fair do's. It's not for everyone. But it soooooo is! That's what people don't realise– Shakespeare is so accessible and if you just watch, listen and observe I bet you any money, with or without having any knowledge on it, you will get the jist. Maybe not ALL of the jist, but who the hell knows what a "vile standing-tuck" is anyway? Leave analysing to the English students and the actors. A play (for an audience) should be seen and heard, take from your 'seeing & hearing' what you will. Because I know for a fact that I only find real love for a classical play, or any play really, when I watch it. 

For instance I haven't yet read The Taming of the Shrew. But it's my favourite Shakespeare. Why, you might ask? I saw it done by Propeller in July and it blew my mind, that's why. An all male cast of brilliance that made me laugh, cry and want to watch it a hundred times. I discovered that they release their own editions of the Shakespeare's they adapt (thank you thank you thank you) so I bought The Shrew a few weeks ago and have been practising Katherina's monologue for my drama school auditions ever since. All from watching it at the theatre over 6 months ago. 'Because it's worth it' as they say. 

Back to the RSC though, Propeller will have their time again. Our stupendous Theatre Royal stage has been graced (some more gracefully than others) by Hamlet, As you like it and All's Well that Ends Well. In that precise order. I've seen the film version of David Tennant as Hamlet, but haven't read it and literally knew nothing about the other two plays other than a few quotes and the odd monologue so I was very excited to see all three! 

One thing I have to say about all of the plays as a whole first, is that the sets were genius (again some more than others). But I'll get back to the individual plays. 

My lovely theatre-liking and acting buddy Katie and I grabbed some scrumptious nosh at Alvinos on Pilgrim Street before dashing off to le théâtre itself.



This little place is an absolute gem.



Halloween was approaching!


Definitely a scary place...


The barmen are cocktail connoisseurs and are the perfect companions to keep you company whilst waiting for your drinks to be made. It seems I was in the right place at the right time too as I got to be the first to try their latest concoction – the Ryan Gosling. I know who what I'm ordering the next time I go for a bevvie.




Do cocktails taste better when the menu is in a tape box? Yes!


Food apparently tastes so much better when the menu is on a record cover too. You should try it some time!


Pulled pork nachos with plenty of guacamole and sour cream.


Chunky sweet potato fries with lashings of salt – who wants normal fries when you can have sweet ones?


Nearly forgetting we had a show to get to we had to make a mad dash to make it on time. Food glorious food!

Now down to business. Hamlet took me a while to warm to– as in the character and the play itself. I mean it barely stood a chance really seeming as the only other version I'm familiar with has the lovely David Tennant as the man himself, and that version is good. But I was intrigued by the set which reminded me of my old primary school main hall with the same parquet flooring and gymnasium wall bars, but much more haggard and not quite so child-friendly.


It was with Hamlet becoming more detached and incensed that I think Jonathan Slinger really took hold of the role, especially in the second half, though I wasn't completely convinced by the relationship between him and Pippa Nixon's Ophelia– having said that however, Nixon was definitely my favourite actor of the three plays, mostly because of As you like it!

Another thing that annoyed me – not just in Hamlet – that annoys me with an awful lot of classical plays is the use of RP (received pronunciation, 'posh' or 'proper' to you and I) for everyone bar the 'paupers' or 'plebs' who, in my experience, pretty much always have a Yorkshire accent. I mean correct me if I'm wrong, but I was taught that Shakespeare's actors wouldn't have spoken with anything close to an RP accent, so why is it so important today? I'd really love to see something like Romeo & Juliet or whatever done by the RSC with not a single RP accent used. I'm not asking for an all out Newcastle vs. Sunderland Capulet and Montague situation, just a Geordie here or a Scouser there, you know? We can still speak clearly even though we have a regional accent! Then again, is the underlying moral that the most honest characters are the gravediggers, jokers and servants? Who knows. Maybe I just haven't seen enough productions to comment, but my first impressions are as above.

By the end of the play I was very much on the edge of my seat, had a tear in my eye and what have you and was well impressed by the removable floorboards and strong fencing theme throughout. David Fielder, I reckon, is the unsung hero of the company. He played one of the Yorkshire gravediggers and had something wonderful to say at every post-show chat. I'd love to sit and talk to him about Shakespeare and acting.
The after show talk was well worth staying back for and it was great to hear the actors thoughts and witty comebacks to some rude questions asked by the audience. Note to Shakespeare boffins – no one likes a smart-arse. And furthermore there is a very fine line between personal opinion and out-right rudeness, yes he may not have played Hamlet exactly how you wanted him to but he worked very hard to make the role his own, which is pretty hard going considering this is one of Shakesy's most famous plays. 

Brining me to my next point – why are people so overly critical about theatre? I am perfectly capable of liking or disliking a performance and knowing why I like or don't like it and on occasion I may slate and debate about what I've seen..... but being appreciative of the effort that's gone into something I think is far more important. Pat on the back, good effort, well done for trying. Back to the drawing board.

And whoever was in charge of the drawings on the boards of As you like it deserves a rather firm handshake and a pint and/or large glass of something bubbly. That set was just brilliant. 



As was the physical theatre element at the very beginning, the boxing ring and the transformation of the set from stark court to forrest den had such an intricate effect on the lighting all over the stage and theatre that I just couldn't help but grin. To my absolute delight too they used live music and set the musicians up at the back of the forrest as part of the ensemble, as well as having an actor or two play sumtin to lighten the mood or serenade a sweetheart. Nothing better than incorporating live music and the use of instruments by actors to a play, classical or not. After seeing Propeller do it so hauntingly I was dying to see if one of these shows would jump to the challenge and was not disappointed!

I feel like my fondness of the production is biased because it's just such a happy play. But I don't care. I. Loved. It. And Pippa Nixon had me absolutely in awe of her Rosalind; her Epilogue was something else. Honourable mentions must also go out to Touchstone (Nicolas Tennant), Orlando (Alex Waldmann) – safe to say my theatre buddy was in love with this one – and Celia (Joanna Horton) who are all down as pretty darn good in my books. Not that that means anything whatsoever in the world of acting. 

After my raised hand going completely unnoticed at the Hamlet post-show natter I made sure it was clear as day after As you like it – without having to wave it around, luckily. My emphatically deep and literary question of "Did you find owt new in the text?" I joke: "Did this particular production and modernisation bring out anything in the text that you hadn't seen before, or that surprised you?" quoth I, "[the relationship between Adam [servant] and I [Orlando], especially when he offered me all of his life savings didn't make a real impact until we performed it and I saw this man who'd I'd known for years offering me all he had – that was when it really hit me how much that gesture meant]" something-along-the-lines-of and something-hopefully-similar-to that, quoted he whilst looking directly at me and not addressing his answer to anyone else. Not that I teased Katie with that AT all. I liked him for his acting, she for his looks! Believe what you will... 

Before the show, as me and KT are complete foodies, we tried another Pilgrim Street establishment. Popolo's is like an American dinner with an Italian twist. And the food is GOOD. 






We both opted for the special flat breads which were full of lovely stuff, but maybes a tad dry. We finished the lot though so mustn't of been that bad eh!



Though I have plenty of opinions to keep filling this never ending page, I feel that for the last play of the season, all that needs to be said is All's Well that Ends Well. And don't excuse my pun, because I quite liked it.








And because I just can't help myself:

+ Natalie Klamar  (Diana) was fantastic
+ As were Joanna Horton (Helena) and Alex Waldmann (Bertram) – and no not just for his flaming good looks! Sheesh what do you take me for?
+ Jonathan Slinger (Parolles) was very good but his accent confused me: was it Yorkshire, or was it not?



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Saturday, 2 November 2013

Everything always comes to an end.

Our last few days in France were spent in Mont St Michel and Dunkerque. The Mont is well worth a visit but be uber careful of when you decide to go. You have to be wary of the tides kind of, but new technologies are making that a thing of the past! 












The real problem is that a very small island, or large rock really, with a high street about the length of The shambles in York and built on a very steep hill gets quite literally rammed with tourists 7 days a week during the summer. You can barely even call it a high street really, the only shops you'll find are souvenir establishments. I have no idea where the locals get their groceries from because there certainly weren't any food shops on there! 





See what I mean? Couldn't even swing crookshanks along there. If you get that usage of cat name I salute you! The street reminded me of Diagon Alley so badly! 





I would tell you all about this impressive monastery but we didn't go in. After 4 days of historic Loire we were a bit pooped out with history and learning. And it was expensive. Excuses excuses!









Exploring got a little 'tight'.






Now. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole island survived solely on the silly-amount of La Mere Poulard restaurants littered everywhere. Her omelettes are meant to be world famous but I was sadly disappointed. And the other food we ordered was less than mediocre. 



Don't be deceived by the other restaurants on the right hand side of the main stretch though (as your walking up the hill), they may look dark and dingy but 90% of them have balconies behind closed doors with incredible views over the stretch of water that separates the island from mainland France. 


Like this! Quite easily the best thing about our meal at Poulards.



If you park in the dedicated Mont St Michell car park (for a not TOO ridiculous price) with whatever vehicle you've driven there in, you're entitled to free shuttle rides to and from the island. Which don't stop until about 3am! Perfect if you want to stop for late food and a few bevies. Though we did bump into a few Americans who were struggling to find somewhere to eat at 10pm, so if your going for munchies don't leave it too late! 








We left the island at about 11pm after buying some souvenirs for the grandparents/cat-carers. Too tired to find a campsite/aire we followed suit of the hoard of motor-homers and stayed overnight in the car park. Oh aren't we glamorous! 

Realising we hadn't touched a proper beach for the entire holiday we scoured the Normandy coast for a place to throw out our towels. Eventually we discovered the cute little town of Neufchatel-hardelot. The drive into here was real nice, lots of big comfy-looking houses. No pretentiousness in sight! The beach was pretty busy even though it was overcast, but we managed to find a little spot to chill out- sun or no sun! 





It was my turn to cook so off we toddled to the nearest shop for supplies before driving to a nearby french 'Aires De Service' which are the BEST thing for touring motorhomes in France. A (normally) free of charge area to camp with levelled pitches and somewhere to empty your waste (how romantic!). 

Ian & Ange went out for a walk whilst I cooked us up some of my special French-bruschetta. We had ours as a main meal between 3, but it would be great between 6 as a starter!

You'll need:

1x french baguette (it wouldn't be French without it!)
1x roll (about 150g) goats cheese
3x tomatoes
1x red pepper
3x garlic cloves
6 tbs olive oil
3-4 tbs balsamic viniger
1 tbs red pesto
Rocket/Spinich/Basil for ze top
Sprinkle of chilli flakes
Rock salt & black pepper
Chilli oil for drizzling if you like it hot! 

Cut your baguette into 8 pieces and drizzle with chilli oil, or normal oil if your not a fan of spice and grind some rock salt and pepper over the top. 



Move onto the salsa for the top next, chop up everything you've got that is choppable and do it however you want to eat it. I went for more of a diced salsa instead of a chunky one but both taste great! Get your grill heating while you do this. 




Once you've chopped everything put your baguette into the grill so it can toast while you hoy your salsa together in a bowl and add all of the olive oil, balsamic and pesto before giving it a good old mix & stir. I threw in some chilli flakes for extra spice, do the same if you like a bit of a kick! Take your toasted base oot the oven, slice your goats cheese so you can divide out between the slices of baguette then put it back under the grill until that more-ish cheese is completely melted and gloopy. 



Then it's time to smother it all in salsa and put it back in the oven to finish it off for a minute or two. All warmed up and looking lovely I'd recommend sprinkling a handful of green leaves like rocket, basil or some spinach over the top with some salt&pepper.






Crack open some red wine and you've got yourself a corker.

Our very very final day or two in Dunquereque really aren't worth re-telling. That was my second time in the city and, just as the first time, I have little to no interest in going back. It reminded me of a not so nice place I ain't to keen on back home- I.e. betting and money lending shops galore. I'd go to the war museums and the beaches but over-all what a disappointing city. 

At least the ferry home wasn't too bad!


Au revoir France, a la prochaine fois!