The Owl & the Pussycat’s Treasury of Nonsense

Sat 24 October, 11am & 2pm
Lyric Theatre
£8 / £6 / £25*

Kicking off the half term week, children’s theatre company Soap Soup bring their third production The Owl and the Pussycat’s Treasury of Nonsense to The Lyric, exploring all the wonderful nonsense of Edward Lear in a highly visual and inventive way.

Inspired by the runcible works of Edward Lear, Soap Soup Theatre present a collection suitable for all ages over five of some of Lear’s most loved poems in another feast for the eyes, ears and imagination. Go racing with the Nutcracker and the Sugar-tongs, travel the hilltops alongside the Dong with the Luminous nose, and sail away in a sieve, to the land where the Bong tree grows!

Owl and the Pussycat

With their delightfully unpredictable storytelling style, using clown, object puppetry and magical music, Soap Soup rounds up a collection of nonsense, bigger and better than ever before.

*£8 adults / £6 children aged 5+ / £25 family of 4 (2+2 or 1+3)

Tickets are available in advance from Bridport Arts Centre:
01308 424204 and Box Office Coffee, or on the door if available
30 mins before each showing.

By |October 20th, 2015|Theatre|0 Comments

Chip Off The Old Block…

Chip off the old block: your editor was sent by The Sunday Times to interview two boxers, one retired, one active, father and son and both named Christopher Livingstone Eubank.

This was the scene in a gym somewhere in Croydon last Friday.Eubank

By |October 18th, 2015|People|0 Comments

Our Democracy

Bridport Town Hall
Daily 10-4 until 24 October

The second exhibition of the Democracy in Bridport project offers an eclectic and seemingly unconnected collection of words and images. Hay photoIt is most illuminated by the ‘tumbled-anarchy-of-hills’ landscape photographs of Rosie Mathisen and the work-related photo-portraits of Robert Golden.


By |October 6th, 2015|Art|0 Comments

John Donne

john-donne-from-national-portrait-galleryA talk by Graham Fawcett
Sladers Yard 1 October 2015

BR Rating ***

By Elaine Beckett

The poet John Donne, born in 1572, has been described as ‘a man whose mind was never still’. He studied law, hunted Spanish treasure ships off the Azores, sailed with Essex to sack Cadiz, built a distinguished career in public service (as assistant to the Keeper of the Seal), converted from Catholic to Protestant, took holy orders and eventually served as Dean of St Paul’s Cathedral.

A gift of a subject then for the prolific Graham Fawcett, who has investigated an astonishingly wide range of subjects resulting in a wealth of radio documentaries, radio interviews, and translations, including, for example, a translation of Federico Fellini’s Cinecittà (Studio Vista) and Giorgio Bagnoli’s La Scala Encyclopedia of Opera (Simon and Schuster).

Donne spurned opportunities to share his deepest thoughts, preferring to keep his poems private, showing his manuscripts to only a few close friends, refusing offers of publication.

Fawcett, on the other hand, has had his poems published in elevated magazines, such as Poetry Review and PN Review, had them broadcast on Radio 3, and published numerous lectures on poetry and communication in several languages.

So it was that these two thinkers met, in collision, at Sladers Yard. Both able to render an argument witty, both able to render complex states of mind; Donne through an economic use of language that draws the listener in, Fawcett through continuous monologue, designed to keep the listener at arms’ length.

Next time, for there are more of these astonishing Fawcett talks coming up, prepare for total immersion, but don’t miss the opportunity of listening to someone who is prepared to delve deep.

By |October 4th, 2015|Elaine Beckett|0 Comments

Farewell to the Dump

And good riddance

What joy. This is not a dump but a waste management centre. It opened on Thursday 1 October, took 22 years to become a reality and cost £8m, but it works. Drive in, dump, drive out. No gates closing when a truck comes to pick up a skip; no queues down South Street; no working out when you might be able to get in, dump and get out without losing half a morning. And no climbing up those steps, heaving bags.

The men of the dump, hitherto to be saluted as waste management operatives, are happy campers. (Ron Mitchell is pictured.) Their own hut – sorry, office – is under construction and their lives, as well as ours, will surely be enhanced.

Open seven days a week, with none of the old restrictions on garden waste.

By |October 1st, 2015|News|2 Comments