Et tu Brutalist...

AK Haart has a post which reminds me of visiting Stratford-on-Avon to see a production of our 'O' Level set play, Julius Caesar, in 1964.

One comment mentioned that the place was excellent until the woke brigade got involved, and that he doesn't go there now, and I can agree with that!

In the theatre, when we arrived at our seats - after a few illicit pints, all we could see was a sort of gloomy concrete ramp leading down to a basement, and a similar ramp leading up to a platform a few feet above. The curtain was open.

So the play started, and we knew some of the words too... Roy Dotrice was Caesar, and dressed in pure white with similar make-up, and looked like a ghost, while the others didn't look much better!

Now, I'm never going to be an expert in plays, and this production was probably the one which made me decide that there were more interesting productions to watch in future. It was very disappointing really, especially as we all knew what was going to happen in the end! Yes, I suppose the acting was good, but as all you could see was a sort of mausoleum set, which echoed the shuffling feet and the odd stabbing noise, there wasn't much else to keep one's interest.

I failed English Lit...

Keep on trugging...

 

One of these fabulous wooden baskets has never been far from the Scrobs Family!

They used to come from several places around here, but this chap is in Northampton, and he has to get our local materials for a very skilful job...

My dad had one of the biggest trugs for years, and it was my job to fill it with logs for the fire, a task which usually set me off moaning and groaning!

I bought Senora O'Blene a smaller one years ago, and she used to polish it sometimes! I may have to give it a little TLC soon, as it's in the greenhouse, and that isn't the best place at the moment.

Incidentally, the same willow supply ends up in cricket bats, also made from here - there must be something in the air!