Ukulele Opera

Roll up! Roll up!
I did….

By Jane Silver-Corren

I want to join the circus and be a flea!

That was the overwhelming desire I had after various unusual auditions for the Bridport Ukulele Opera, Flea, due to be performed in the Electric Palace this May.

The initial meeting for those interested in being part of this amazing venture was unexpected. The ballroom at The Bull was packed with over a hundred fellow Bridportians eager to be involved. I started to itch! Did I have fleas or was I just a bit nervous? But Sally Vaughan, the projects producer, put us at ease, reassuring us that there would be a role for everyone.

Various local celebrities explained aspects of the show: the dance, drama, music, circus skills, all of which involved castings, but I wasn’t fooled. Many of these castings were auditions with a capital A.

So I decided to grab the flea by the bag, or is it the ear, and attempt to get a part in the all-singing ukulele playing chorus. I arrived eagerly on the first minute of the first day of three possible days of auditions for the chorus, along with some 60 other hopefuls. Hooray! Healthy competition. I found my 10-minute audition with the musical director and producer a bit scary.

They didn’t look particularly thrilled with my fantastic rendition of When the Saints Go Marching In, or my enthusiasm for the 10, maybe 12, ukulele chords I convinced them I had mastered in the past 10 years. But they did congratulate me on my audition; then convinced me to try for one of the other roles.

On to the dance castings. Three days later I had a wonderful couple of hours pretending to be the bodily part of a flea…. just my cup of flea…I mean tea. It was really good fun. Anna Golding, dance facilitator, showed us inspiring pictures of fleas, with cute dangly legs and googly eyes, and then the assembled group of all ages and sizes had to transform themselves into a giant flea, followed by a mechanical flea. It was fleatastic. For once, it was socially acceptable to hop around and make buzzing noises.

Then, about a week later the final audition, musical theatre, basically a main acting part with some singing and hopefully a few circus skills too (ha, ha, ha). After a few bonding games the group of about 30 of us were divided into groups of four. We had auditions in front of the producer, musical director, musical theatre director and drama director…not at all intimidating!

We had to speak and sing phrases from the opera in various different moods. I had a great deal of difficulty taking this seriously and spent most of the time giggling, especially when asked to be compassionate or angry…or kind! In the end, the director just let me do my own thing, so I enjoyed hopping around the room shouting ‘I want to be a flea’ which is hopefully what I’ll end up being…or at least a dancing leg of a flea, if I’m very lucky. I’ll just have to wait and flea what happens!

Sally Vaughan, producer of Flea, the Bridport Ukulele Opera is still looking for help, particularly free rehearsal and storage spaces, set-builders, materials such as timber, paints and costumes, scaffolding and people with childminding qualifications. Please contact if you can help.

By |February 5th, 2017|Opera|0 Comments


madame-celine-played-by-hester-goodman-ukulele-orchestra-of-great-britainRelaunch Thursday 5 January
Ballroom, Bull Hotel, 7-9pm

Flea! No, don’t flee. Come to the public launch, relaunch, of the community opera first mooted in 2015 but put on hold when an application for a grant from the Arts Council was unsuccessful.

The principle funds are now in place, thanks in particular to the Electric Palace, and the show is on, scheduled for May 2017.

Andrew Dickson

Andrew Dickson

Written and composed by Andrew Dickson and Sally Vaughan, the musical tells the story of Madame Celine, ring-mistress of an extraordinary flea circus, and her introduction to the ukulele. Hester Goodman from the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain, plays the lead. The director is Niki McCretton from the Stuff & Nonsense Theatre Company and Anna Golding of the No Limits Dance Group is the choreographer.

That comprises a seriously talented and accomplished group, but a people’s opera needs people. Roles are available on stage and off for a wide variety of participants, actors, musicians, singers, set-builders, helpers of every kind.

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By |December 31st, 2016|Music|1 Comment

The Mouse Outfit

Electric Palace
Saturday 17 December 8pm
Tickets £10 (18+)

Preview by Jonah Corren

The Mouse Outfit are consistently said to be destined for greatness. The unique brand of hip-hop they produce leaves no questions as to why.

Formed eight years ago by music teacher Paul Hooley (known in the band as ‘Chini’) and musician James Defty in Manchester, they subsequently recruited an impressive roster of musicians by hosting live jamming sessions to meet local talent.

These days, The Mouse Outfit is a nine-piece band held together by Chini on the keys, Defty on the bass and percussion maestro ‘Pitch’ on the drums and MPC. Their live shows are fronted by renowned rappers ‘Dr Syntax’ and ‘Sparkz’ who have featured on several of their album tracks among a plethora of talented artists.

To have these guys in Bridport is an absolute coup, and they would be recommendable to any fans of hip-hop or generally excellent music. Booking in advance is a must.

By |December 12th, 2016|Jonah Corren, Music|0 Comments

Being a Beast

Kenneth Allsop Memorial Talk by Charles Foster
Bridport Literary Festival
Electric Palace, 12 November

By Martin Maudsley

After our own beastly-themed ‘Meet the Creatures’ kids’ event at the Lyric Theatre in the morning, it seemed entirely appropriate to spend the afternoon listening to veterinarian, barrister and writer Charles Foster’s account of ‘Being a Beast’.

Despite not (yet) having read the book, its title and premise were intriguing and I relished the opportunity to hear about it straight from the horse’s mouth, so to speak. It seems that getting inside the heads of other animals has been something of a life-long quest for Foster, and his opening narrative about an obsession with a blackbird in the garden of his childhood immediately drew me in. From then on, with regular questions and comments from on-stage presenter James Crowden, he discursively outlined the book’s contents through explorations of five species of British beasts, namely: badger, deer, otter, fox and swift.

From the outset Foster expounded his dislike for anthropomorphism, and his attempt in this work to try to get under the skin of his chosen other-than-human subjects without sentimentalism, which he described as ‘corrosive narcissism’. His alternative method can perhaps be described as a biological version of method acting – living for extended periods, as far as possible, within the habits and habitats of each particular beast. It’s clear that Foster undertook the project with unusual, perhaps unique, doggedness – living in a hole in a hillside, assuming nocturnal habits, lying in cold river-water, loitering in urban parks “with intent to be an urban fox” – all requiring admirable stamina and staying power, and Foster’s account briefly hinted at both suffered depredations and novel sensations.

However, despite the hugely visceral nature of the enterprise that he was describing, I found it strange, and somewhat disappointing, that the talk itself was not more engaging or effusive; tending instead towards rather dry discussions of ethology (the scientific study of animal behaviour) and ethics (he has written widely on moral philosophy).

There was precious little exuberance on display at having undertaken such amazing experiential endeavours or relish in telling the tales that accrued, and on the whole humour was surprisingly lacking (except perhaps in the dry-as-an-old-fox-bone sense). As the talk progressed, the pervading mood was that of the author’s dismay and disillusionment, both in failing to achieve what he set out to do (objectively understand the mind-set of another animal) and that his own affection for each animal species was lessened rather than deepened through the process of such first-hand animal encounters.

However, the conclusions from his ‘being a beast’ adventures, as outlined at the very end of the talk, are interesting and important. First, that we use very little of our own innate animal instincts (in particular, we have subjugated all our senses to the dominant one of vision). Secondly, that as humans we are “happiest when we properly connected with the things from which we have come”. This is evolutionary psychology, and Foster used the illustration of humans feeling cosy around a roaring fire because it satisfies our primitive need to defend ourselves from predators in the wild.

Despite the presentation feeling a little like a beast of burden, I suspect there is nevertheless much to be enjoyed and chewed over in the book itself – I might have to read it to satisfy my own animal instincts….

By |November 21st, 2016|Books, Martin Maudsley, Review|0 Comments

Farewell to Purgatory

By Sam Barker

Toponymically, last year’s appearance of the pop-up Lost Souls’ Bar at the end of Chideock’s Hell Lane seemed an inspired arrival. Where better to drown your sorrows in the post-Brexit, post-affordable housing, post-lapsarian world of uncomfortable convictions than a watering-hole named after purgatory at the lower end of hell?

I was going to go. I was going to walk to Lost Souls by Hell Lane at dusk and stumble back in the dark, telling myself I had nothing to fear but the ruts and idiot motorcyclists who presume the Lane is for their use only.

I didn’t. And now I can’t: I’m informed that Lost Souls has been closed, its clientele cast out into the newly renovated Clock House.

Chideock has long been a village of divisions. Before the disagreements about the road (Should, or should not, a tall plastic barrier be erected next to the pavement to dull the sound of traffic?), there were the disagreements about religion. In the 16th century, Catholic priests were banned and vagabond clergy went rogue around Chideock, hiding in folds and thickets before being caught and tortured. – So maybe bikes aren’t the only things to be feared in the dark up Hell Lane after all?

Now, though, it seems there’s a new fault line in the village: between the nihilists who would drink cheap pints in the arbitrary, uncomfortable Lost Souls Bar and the formalists who’d have a scampi and chips in the Clock House, reopened in June after catching fire and undergoing £500k of reconstructive surgery.

In theory, the establishments should be able to co-exist. In fact, Lost Souls’ – whose tenuous existence under a temporary licence never suggested endurance – has closed. Clamorous Chideock people want to get fully behind the Clock House. Lost Souls’ signage has gone. Its doors have shut. It’s been euthanized. A private party thrown Lost Souls’ venue after its death was allegedly infiltrated by an irate villager decrying its resurrection. Lost Souls must not be allowed to persist.

This seems a shame. Walking along Hell Lane to the Clock House, refurbished or not, doesn’t have the same ring.

By |October 26th, 2016|Sam Barker|0 Comments