Monday, 31 May 2010
Friday, 28 May 2010
Some songs.....
Sometimes a song just sums up a moment. It just seems to pop up from nowhere and provide a soundtrack for a particular period of your life. Thinking back over the years there have been so many. I was writing recently, and found that I needed to get back into the eighties, and into a particular location that no longer existed. I just cranked up Spotify, and within ten minutes I was there. I could smell the place. The song that currently does that for now is "On Melancholy Hill" from the Gorillaz album Plastic Beach ........ Spotify Link : Gorillaz – Plastic Beach
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Interconnectedness
I have, as anyone who knows me will testify, a rather unhealthy interest in the Internet and all it's infinite and wonderful opportunities. I tweet, I blog, I tumble I formspring....well...sometimes I do anyway. I have recently blogged about my frustration with Facebook, and have removed the link between it, and Twitter. I also host my own Wordpress blog, which you may well be reading this on. Of course, I send all my updates via Posterous, which then updates the Wordpress blog as well. This provides me with a nice automated way of blogging and also provides me with a back up, should my installation ever go doolally as I believe the tech bods call it. Now, as I have also mentioned lately, I have just purchased a new camera, and, of course I would like to blog the photos, but not necessarily in this blog, as I wanted this to be more about writing, with the occasional bit of imagary. So I now have a separate posterous for pictures...this however is also updating the main blog. I don't want it do do this, so i now need to consider moving it, or creating a separate login, or just leaving it to flood this blog. All these complications can give me a headache. They can also provide me with more prevarication alibis as well.
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Keith Badham
Director
Up-Stage Theatre Company
01525 630868
07595 053251
www.up-stage.co.uk
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Garden Photos
Trying out the close up facility on the new camera...I suspect I might
need to use a tripod to get absolutely crystal clear Pictures.
need to use a tripod to get absolutely crystal clear Pictures.
Cultural pillage
So the Department for Culture Media and Sport have been told to cut their budgets by 3%, and Arts Council England by a disproportionate 4%. As is usual with a Conservative government, and yes, I mean a Conservative government until I see signs of any true Liberal influence, the Arts gets hit as it is a luxury. However, lets look at some statistics shall we? UK cultural & creative industries constitute 9% GDP. Financial services constitute 13.5%. Now who caused this recession? Was it the Theatres, Galleries, Orchestras? Was it the visual artists, Singers, Poets, Authors? Jeremy Hunt, and I shall refrain from the cheap rhyming slang jibe...oh...too late, has announced that "frontline services" will be protected. What does that actually mean? It means that we will see no high profile museums or galleries closing, but there will be hundreds, maybe thousands of smaller, but equally valuable arts projects affected. These projects would help to produce the artists, writers and musicians of the future, they would continue to produce nearly a tenth of the GDP of this country. Not any more. OK, I understand, we have to cut budgets, and that we will all suffer to an extent, but I believe a society can be judged on it's cultures...yes cultures with an S...It irks me that our governments only seem to recognise on culture, we have plenty of them and we should celebrate all of them. Where however, is the bankers tax? Why are we not hitting the financial institutions that have been responsible for gambling with the family silver? If Dad goes and blows a week's wages at the bookies, is it right that the kids pocket money is used to buy food? Well this is what is happening, and it is, in my opinion, a disgrace. Mr Clegg and his colleagues are overseeing cultural destruction, but are willing to see the continuation of the bankers gravy train. I am not surprised, but just deeply disappointed in what I used to call my party for allowing this to happen.
Monday, 24 May 2010
Haircut update
OK, the hair has been chopped, and looks much more "Presentable". It feels slightly odd, and I still get a bit of a shock when I catch a glimpse of it in the mirror. I shall be reporting on changes in behaviour over the next few days.
Facebook and Twitter
I have become increasingly bored with Facebook. I think that by and large it is a useful and fun website, and that the benefits have been great for the last couple of years. However, I find that the endless stream of "Joe Bloggs likes....." updates are just creating more and more irritation. I'm sure that deep within the bowels of the website there is a way that I can customise it to prevent myself from having to read this rubbish, but it just seems to have got increasingly overcomplicated. There has been a lot of fuss in the press lately about he myriad privacy options that are causing increasing concern, but I think that generally...if you are going to use a social media website, there are always going to be some grey areas, and as I have learnt to my cost...if you don't want everyone to see something, just don't put it on the web. We are living in increasingly web based lives, and the younger generation who have never known life without the web or Facebook just take a lot for granted that we, perhaps do not. A relative told me yesterday that her brother had spent years creating and updating his family tree. A younger relative from the States asked for a copy of it, and much to the more senior relative's chagrin, the family tree appeared on line within weeks. Now quite why the older relative was annoyed, I am not sure, but I suspect that the younger generation have more of a culture of sharing of information. I have always been quite open about things, and I don't tend to keep much a secret, I have never understood the point, but there have been times lately when I wonder quite who is looking at what, and perhaps more importantly, why. I have a lot of the kids from my drama group as friends on Facebook, and I love the fact that I can communicate with them using their favoured medium. It is a more simple way of sending messages to all of them that email in many ways. However, as a result, I find that I am constantly having to curb my views and my language. Perhaps I should be pleased about this in some ways, but it feels like a restriction. I have decided that I will break the link between Twitter and Facebook from now on. This means that if I want to let off a bit of steam, and use more industrial language I can do so without the fear of offending the families of my customers. This assumes of course that they are not all following me on Twitter...It's all so complicated, I may just go back to carrrier pigeons.
Keith Badham
Director
Up-Stage Theatre Company
01525 630868
07595 053251
www.up-stage.co.uk
Sunday, 23 May 2010
Summer
It would appear that summer has arrived. A day spent largely outside, with the family, drinking more than usual, and eating food that I'm not too keen on. I really cant bring myself to like Barbecue food...I think it is just a lazy way of cooking. I am sitting in the lovely cool house, looking at some of the summery pictures, and looking forward to a week of a more relaxed nature I hope. My arms are feeling slightly tingly and sore, which is always the first sign of summer. Spent the day yesterday in workshops all day, which was great, and felt they went well considering how lucky I had been in staying awake during the night listening to some arseholes outside the house. The weekend is ending with a quiet evening in front of a documentary about "Exile on Main Street" which is an album I have never really liked or understood. Perhaps I should try it again?
Thursday, 20 May 2010
No Long Haireds allowed in ere
Some time ago, I grew my hair quite long. It was really done out of laziness, and whilst I wasn't so sure, Mrs Plug liked it, and I thought it made a change...eventually I opted for a change, and it remained shortish for a while....more recently I grew it long again for a part, and quite enjoyed it, but opted for a trim and a general tidy up....Now I am back to having it long again and I am considering the chop for a different reason. I have been slightly taken aback by the reaction I have received from certain people...Parents eye me suspiciously, My MP didn't like the look of me to the extent that her daughter pointed me out to the Police...for what I am not sure...Vagrancy perhaps? Shop staff treat me with disdain, and on occasion seem shocked that I possess manners and the ability to converse more than adequately. At times, I have been made to feel like some sort of second or third class citizen....and I don't like it. Now I wish to point out at this juncture that I have never shied away from such reactions in the past...in fact some of my more outlandish haircuts have positively courted a reaction, but I am in my mid 40's now, and I just want a quiet life. I really cannot believe that people really treat people with long hair differently these days, but perhaps it is a bit of retro suspicion? A blast from the past...after all..we have a Tory Government again, so why not a few deep seated prejudices as well? I know I should be able to do as I please, but just as a form of social experiment, I think I will have a haircut and see if people's reactions are different.
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Prevarication
Prevarication has become my master recently, which has made me a little cross with myself. Since the move I have been gagging to get on and create and just generally "Be" and "Do". Of course, the practice is not always a easy, but losing a PC along the way has not helped, and I now find myself in a daily battle with myself for motivation. I only seem to react when I hear the sound of a deadline galloping headlong towards me screaming "Get on with it you lanky git". Of course, it is easy to dismiss this as perfectly normal behaviour for me, and I'm sure anyone who knows me would suggest that this is the norm. However, I have been a busy little bee over the last few years, and I think i am a different beastie now. I recently heard an interview with Russell Crowe, where he spoke in warm terms of his relationship with Director Ridley Scott. He said that someone on the crew of their recent film had made an observation about Ridley, in that he only made decision that he had to at the time they needed to be made. This was, in Russell'd eyes, a strength, and something therefore to admire. I thought about this, as it is pretty much how I tend to run my life, and I cam to the conclusion that it is utter piffle. Were we all to run our lives like that there would be complete chaos. I have come to this conclusion as I have several deadlines approaching me, and I am not sure that I can use the excuse that I will make a decision at the time and sell this as some kind of wisdom. I hope if ever I am in the enviable position of having that kind of money and support on a project that I don't turn into a half wit also. Anyway, this has conveniently wasted another few minutes of my valuable time, and to a small degree has cheered me up a little. It has not helped me to write any of the session plans I need to write, neither has it assisted me in the mountain of filling I need to do. In no way could I describe it as a major contribution towards the two plays that I am currently writing, and might I add, producing all at the same time. I don't believe it would be entirely honest to suggest it has assisted in all the emails I need to reply to and the letters I need to send. However....if nothing else, it stopped me going on Twitter.
Monday, 17 May 2010
Blog design
I have spent some time looking at my blog, and doing a little housework on it, and I have realised that the pictures probably need changing. They were really a reflection of our old life in our old village. The abstract silver and green ones were actually taken from Google Maps, and had filters run over them....So when the new Camera arrives, I think I need to take some new ones to reflect our new life...any suggestions will of course be welcome
Football's coming home
So another season comes to pass. As a Tottenham fan, I suppose you could say I was mildly delighted with the season. It was a season that promised so much frustration and disappointment, and yet, typically for Tottenham, they decided to start playing exciting, and more importantly, competitive football, beating Liverpool, Chelsea and Arsenal in the process. There were disappointments along the way, none bigger than the FA Cup semi final defeat by Portsmouth of all people, but that is the life of a Spurs fan....perhaps without one you don't get the other. We now look forward to the World Cup. I know this, because of the obsessional branding campaign that has overtaken our lives in recent weeks. Have you not noticed? EVERYTHING has been branded with the George Cross or the Rooney squint. It is as if it happened over night, but no....I spotted it weeks ago. Yesterday, I noticed that you can now buy official England World Cup baby wipes. I'm sure baby will be even more satisfied that any stray faecal matter is removed by a series of three lions. The Flags are another matter...slowly they are infiltrating the cars of every person in the country...at the moment they look shiny new and white, it almost makes me feel patriotic, but I know, that like previous campaigns, the flags will become threadbare, will lose their sheen, and eventually end up lying in a gutter, patriotic roadkill, probably as a result of a Kaka run, or a hotly disputed refereeing decision. We have a very good squad this year of course, and we are in with a real chance of winning, but forgive the cynicism....are we not speaking like this every four years (Two if you include the European Championships)? I would like to see a new approach..."We are a bit shit, but we are going to give it a really good go". We have some good players, we have some awful people, and we can expect at least one nasty injury to Rooney over the next few weeks to put the icing on the cake. I expect more revelations about John Terry and his private life..There appears to be little left to find out about this objectionable;e man, but I never underestimate the powers of the vehement tabloid journalist. We have a stern looking foreign manager whom we can apportion blame at a later date in order to protect our little lovelies in their new corporate shirts. Many young boys will already be tugging at Mum and Dad's arms pointing expectantly at the £40 shirts that have a slightly different logo/trim than the last one...Kids from poorer families will have to resort to, god forbid, last years shirt...or even worse, a Tesco T shirt with a logo on it..the ultimate humiliation, the equivalent of having Ann Widdecombe as a WAG. Over the next three weeks we will be bombarded with advertising that features many of the England Squad, and there will always be that little hint of embarrassment when a company pays a fringe player to don an England shirt to advertise their tawdry little product only to find out that he hasn't made the final squad. Rooney will be everywhere...if there is a gap, you will see his squashed little head being thrust into it. He is the chav Beckham, the King of the great unwashed, A man to whom Culture has never paid even a fleeting visit, and yet, I , along with the vast majority of the country will be screaming and shouting in support of him. I will be kicking every ball with him, heading in every cross, and tipping the ball over the bar, where previous England Keepers have just watched. Much as I will try to avoid the fever of the World Cup, I will inevitably be drawn in, and will become an expert pundit on the pros and cons of the Serbian Diamond formation. When England gallantly fail to be any good at around the quarter final stage, I will of course lose interest, and rue the loss of the old days. Being born in 1966, I have a special right to be pompous about the old times...I was a world cup baby, though I can say without fear of contradiction, that my arse was never wiped with an official England baby wipe.
Sunday, 16 May 2010
Gadget
My new camera has arrived at the post office and awaits collection from me tomorrow. I suspect that the next week will be spent creating various photoblog type applications before I settle down into just using it as a camera like any normal person. I am very much looking forward to using it to create some images for forthcoming plays etc, and by manipulating the images, I am hoping to use them as full size scenery in certain cases. This is going to be a really exciting development for me as we move forward. Talking of plays, I have sent what I think it the final draft of "Urban Hymns" to the publishers today, with all the corrections to formatting requested. It's a really exciting time for me, and I am thoroughly enjoying the writing process. I wonder whether some of the enjoyment has come from the little success rather than the sheer joy of finishing something? I am not sure. I am really enjoying writing the latest one as well, and perhaps the most gratifying thing is the reaction of the people I am working on it with, who seem to be enjoying it a great deal. It will be nice to get the second one completed, and I shall keep my fingers crossed that it might get published too.
We have been in the new house for a couple of months now. Pretty much all of the boxes have been emptied, and to a large extent it feels like home. I am struggling a bit without my dog still, but I hope that this will continue to get easier. Youngest is away on a School camp for the week, which is always hard. The house seems rather empty without her, so I am dreading her departure in the morning. I'm sure she'll have a great time, but she just seems that much smaller and vulnerable when I have to say goodbye.
Friday, 14 May 2010
Where is the new politics?
Over a week ago we went to the polls, and spoke collectively as a nation. I realise that there was no box on the ballot paper for either a hung parliament, or a coalition, however, the fact remains that of all the options, there was no clear majority on favour of any particular party. The Tories will protest that they in fact won, but it was they who insisted all along that the current system was the fairest, so in effect they have been hoist by their own petard. This is new politics we are told. A new way of doing things...well they would say that of course, but is it true? Well it's certainly the first time we have seen Liberals in Downing street for 65 years, but have they been given soft jobs just to keep them quiet? Are they in fact just there in a marriage of convenience? I suspect that this IS the case sadly. Much as the prospect of Clegg, Cable et al being at the table to make the decisions is a good one, the level of their influence is of course debatable at best, and doubtful at worst. We have a government, but only just. It is all very well saying that the majority of the electorate voted for this government collectively, but it is disingenuous to say so. How many Lib Dem and Tory supporters feel that they wanted their own party's policys, not the watered down version that appears to have been served up. It is the equivalent of expecting a three course meal, and being served a microwave meal for one. It feels plastic, has no real flavour, and you still feel either hungry or nauseous at the end of it.
I have heard many commentators saying that we need to give it a chance, and they are quite right, of course we do. This may not, for example, be the tory party of the 1980's that I despised so much, but the inclusion of Hague, Duncan Smith and Clarke hardly fill me with confidence. George Osbourne is clearly out of his depth and this was a fact borne out by the Tories reticence in bringing him to the forefront in the election. Then we have Theresa May, whose views are questionable to say the least. Many of the people who are suggesting that this is a different Tory Party are not old enough to remember the Thatcher years. Sadly, I suspect they are about to gather first hand evidence.
What was the alternative I hear people saying? Surely not a Tory Minority Government? Well why not? That way, we could have true discussion and true open politics surely? If that's what the politicians are serious about then they could have made it work. Perhaps though, they are more interested in gaining power...And they are willing to betray their principles in order to do so. Have they betrayed their members and their supporters and voters? Time will tell, but my willingness to rejoin the Liberal Democrats is no longer there. I want to see what they are made of before supporting them. I do not want to pay money to support a weak, compromised and dishonest Tory government. Before anyone questions my loyalty to the cause, I would ask them to question the leadership's loyalty to it's support.
As it stands, the Lib Dems have "Compromised" on Economic cuts, Immigration, Trident and PR....these are fundamental principles of the party, the foundations of what it is to be a Liberal Democrat. They have no key cabinet posts. They have been used as a stepping stone to power, and can clearly be expected to be paid lip service and little else.
So forgive the lack of optimism, but I am failing to see where the new politics is
Thursday, 13 May 2010
Snap
Since getting an iPhone, I have become increasingly interested in photography. The camera on the iPhone is not necessarily the best camera phone, but the apps that are available make it a very handy and versatile little camera. However, I have been coveting something a little better, and I now sit eagerly awaiting the arrival of my new camera. It is not exactly top of the range, but it was a good quality and affordable option. I suspect this blog may become slightly more visual over the next few months. Seeing so many of us getting older via the wonders of Social media, I have become more aware of the passage of time and the need to record it. Perhaps it is the creeping fear of not leaving my mark when I shuffle off this mortal coil....or maybe I just like gadgets.
Next Play...and another day
The next play is well on the way to having a final structure, and the first workshop session went pretty well. This time, unlike Urban Hymns, I am writing only, and it is being directed by someone else. This has given me a new set of challenges, as I cannot be as specific in my instructions when we are setting them, so I perhaps have to bring something a little more complete and fully formed. This is fine though, and I am now looking forward to getting some time to write some more. I have also been doing a little bit more thinking about some of the other projects and plays. It's all SO busy and full on, but I am really enjoying the challenge. Been feeling a bit down lately for a number of reasons, mainly exhaustion. After recovering from the Dental issues, a lovely bug decided to take up residence, which removed my voice for about three days. I was running the sessions, and then doing sound for a show, which was an interesting challenge in terms of communication. It made me realise how much I rely on projection during sessions, and made me think that there might be some different approaches.
I have continued to find one of my projects to be a source of frustration, but can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. It seems to be featuring a lot higher on some of my friends priority list than mine, which is perhaps a good thing. I felt like I was having a bit of a decline last week, and realised that if I am going to do this, it needs to be over a much better reason than the bitterness and jealousy of others.
I await a visit from Mr and Mrs Pops today, which is always a pleasure. It is the first time they have visited the new house.
I had a bit of a shock earlier in the week, when I received an email from someone who had been upset and offended by a post on this blog. They were right to be so, and I have removed the post, and I hope explained why I wrote what I did. Sadly I seem to have a knack of upsetting people that don't deserve to be, and I am truly upset by it all. I am delighted that they have been as gracious as to accept my apology. I shall endeavour to be more careful in future.
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Things can only get Bitter
So, we limp into the first day of the Tory/Lib Dem coalition. Shorn of the glamour and trumpets that heralded Blair in 1997, we saw Cameron entering number 10 with a big cheesy grin. We have been promised a new politics, a new start. Yet this morning, on the Today programme, William Haig, the new Home Secretary was talking about the cuts they are about to make as "Labour cuts". I have been a liberal at heart since the 1980s. Their progressive, socially aware politics seemed to me to be the only sensible way forward. I remember being at a meeting of the Liberals back in the 80's with the then PPC for Hertsmere, Zerbanoo Gifford. Cecil Parkinson, the MP for Hertsmere, and Thatcherite big hitter in the government, had been exposed in the press. He had an affair with his secretary, and of course this was portrayed as some kind of crime against all humanity. We were preparing for a by-election (That never came), but were frustrated with the workings of the political system. What we were all in agreement about, was our deep discomfort with the basic principles of conservatism. It was based on self, self, self. It was the political system that created the yuppy, sold the council houses, and brought us riots on the streets of London. Thatcherism created a massive divide on so many levels; North/South, Rich/Poor, Black/White, Straight/Gay. The Liberals didn't seem to make a dent in the political system. The Tories had big business to fund them, the Labour party had the Unions....all we had was jumble sales. Blair appeared with his "New Labour" hat on. It looked attractive, and most importantly, he looked like he could win. I decided to abandon my support for the Liberals in favour of a cautious dalliance with New Labour. For a while, it all looked good. Social reform, healthy economy, even fox hunting was banned. But as with so many affairs, it was not to last. Illegal wars, and a love of power led to a government too comfortable in it's office, and after 13 years we find ourselves without a Labour government. We are left with a "Progressive Alliance". A mish mash of the two manifestos, and for the first time in 70 years, Liberals in government. So is this going to be a marriage made in heaven? The church bells ares till ringing in our ears as we start on the honeymoon period. "We were surprised as to how much we liked each other" said Hague. A largely public school educated bunch of 40 somethings were always going to have some common ground. As we speak, there was no women or ethnic minority representation in the cabinet. Everyone is smiling, and looking flushed with marital bliss. However, I felt that this was a marriage of convenience. The Tories, heavy with a minority child needed to get down the aisle as quickly as possible. The Lib Dems were seen to be the Father, and were promised all sorts of marital favours, but deep down, we all know that this is a convenient arrangement that will end in tears. We can all agree on a few tax cuts, but there are some fundamental principles at heart here. I feel that Clegg had little option. No-one else would marry him, it was his one chance for a big day. However, the arguments that coalition governments can work, and that PR is a good thing will be all for nothing if they cannot make this coalition work. I hope for the sake of the Liberal Democrats that they can make them work. I hope for the sake of the country that Cameron is not the kind of Tory that so many of us grew to despise. I can't help thinking that we will end of disappointed, and heading towards another Labour government before we know it.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
An Open Letter to Nadine Dorries
Dear Mrs Dorries
I had the great fortune to attend the hustings in Flitwick last night, and saw what your idea of democracy was. It was a privilege to see the police called, for what I believe was the heinous crime of free speech. Whilst you supporters were heard to utter phrases like “Darkie” and “Wog”, we were subjected to you...our democratically elected representative for the last five years, shouting and screaming at your constituents. I came along last night in an effort to see all sides of the argument. I heard representatives of the UKIP and English democrats argue their peculiar brand of right wing dogma, with at least a hint of belief and conviction, and whilst every cell in my body is programmed to detest their extreme views, they conducted themselves with at least a bit of dignity. You however, behaved like a spoiled brat. Your insinuations about the gentleman broadcasting the public meeting on the public internet were quite strong. I have no doubt that if what you said on the night was true, then you will be able to back this up with good strong evidence. However, what I want to know as one of your constituents is why you advised everyone that you had to leave at 8.45 for an important meeting, actually left at 8.30. stood outside smoking for 15 minutes and then started tweeting within half an hour. What was so important that you felt the need to leave all your constituents questions unanswered? Why did your daughter point at me when speaking to the policewoman who turned up? I was there to question you, and the other candidates, and I publically questioned the Labour candidate on their failures. I am not an activist. I am definitely NOT a stalker as you intimated on the way out. I have corresponded with you on a number of matters in the last couple of years, and whilst I do not support you as a candidate I have always communicated with you in a civil and polite manner. You have blocked me on Twitter for asking civil and polite questions. You have blocked all comments from your blog. You have chosen to wait for weeks on end to answer genuine concerns of your constituents, and then responded with standard letters, but somehow managed to find the time to appear on reality TV programmes. You accuse the other candidates of making the campaign personal, yet you were the one to question the service record of the labour candidate first. As you did not see fit to stay and answer the questions, perhaps you would have the common decency to at least respond to the following request for clarification;
On your blog of 21st May 2009 http://blog.dorries.org/arc-2009_May.aspx
You state the following;
“I've finished going through all my receipts and thought I had better make some things crystal clear: I do NOT own a home in South Africa. I do NOT own a home from which I receive a rental income.”
Yet the register of members interests published on 6th May 2009 states this as your entry;
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| House in Gloucestershire, from which rental income is received. | ||
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This is your full entry, and has not been edited in any way, the link to this publically available document is here; http://www.publications.parliament.uk/pa/cm/cmregmem/090506/memi08.htm
I would like an explanation. I have asked for this three times in a letter to you, twice by phone and once on Twitter before you blocked me.
I am sick of you taking me, and my friends and neighbours for granted in your career in a safe seat. The contempt with which you treated us, your constituents, is matched only by your devious, negligent incompetence.
Here is my phone number 07595 053251
My email address is keith@badham.me.uk
I am being open and honest, perhaps for once you would like to demonstrate the same....?
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Monday, 3 May 2010
Another Win
Well another year and another trophy...One of our young ladies won best youth actress, and a very well deserved win it was too. I think we are getting closer and closer in terms of quality to really sweep the boards one year. The quandary now of course is how much of a push we make to really go for it. We are working with that age group that really struggle to focus on things like a festival, particularly during GCSEs. I now have to decide whether to go for it and write plays specifically for the festival. I need to get some time to write over the next few weeks.
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