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I recently celebrated my 50th birthday (with a trip to the Eastern Angles theatre to see their excellent spoof of Enid Blyton, "Four and a Half go Wild in Thetford Forest" - if you have yet to see it, book a ticket... lots of new acting talent performing who will doubtless become much better known in future. Drama schools obviously train their graduates well. Edward Kaye playing the clueless posh boy in snug shorts was worth the price of admission alone. Loved seeing Queen Boudicca trundling around in her battle wagon demanding an exit from the Roman Empire and promising millions of sestertii for the NHS. There was even a visit from an eerily accurate version of Ed Sheeran). The prospect of Thetford ending up half under water in two decades' time might not distress too many people, but we may all have to get used to a lot of changes as the environment alters around us.
I wanted to record a story for my birthday, but other things got in the way - so here is my belated tale. Given that 50th anniversaries (for weddings if not birthdays) are marked by gifts of gold, I've opted for a story with a lot of golden imagery to regale you with - a Russian tale, variants of which can be found throughout that region of the world, in which the youngest of the Tsar's sons retrieves the wondrous Firebird which has been eating the golden apples that grow in the old autocrat's private garden. The story also has the benefit of having a heroic wolf as a prominent feature, so all the more reason to like it.
I was asked to conduct the funeral of a Wiccan lady, which took place this afternoon. The family had chosen a number of poems, including this excerpt from Percy Shelley's 'Adonais'. I've recorded it here because it is a beautiful piece and it might well be useful for anyone else who might be organising a funeral for a pagan or a pantheist at some point and need inspiration.
My reading of Harlan Ellison's dark short story "Hitler Painted Roses", which appeared in his anthology Strange Wine (1978). It has a rather bleak view of the Afterlife and our fates. Thought this would be a suitable entry for the Halloween season. This is a trial use of my new microphone and a different format for storytelling - so people can just listen and don't need to look at my face! If this seems to be a popular format, I will record more stories as just audio without any visual element. It's all new ground for me, so see how it plays out. The intro/exit music and artwork was created by my friend Jay Chooi who understands these things (I certainly don't!).
A few reflections on the archetype of the Dark Father for the monthly discussion of the Suffolk Jungian Circle. If you would like to join in the virtual discussion, let me know and I will send you the link (Wednesday 27th November at 7.30pm).
I recently celebrated my 50th birthday (with a trip to the Eastern Angles theatre to see their excellent spoof of Enid Blyton, "Four and a Half go Wild in Thetford Forest" - if you have yet to see it, book a ticket... lots of new acting talent performing who will doubtless become much better known in future. Drama schools obviously train their graduates well. Edward Kaye playing the clueless posh boy in snug shorts was worth the price of admission alone. Loved seeing Queen Boudicca trundling around in her battle wagon demanding an exit from the Roman Empire and promising millions of sestertii for the NHS. There was even a visit from an eerily accurate version of Ed Sheeran). The prospect of Thetford ending up half under water in two decades' time might not distress too many people, but we may all have to get used to a lot of changes as the environment alters around us.
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