Village Variety Show
This was a great, great success. Perhaps some of us doubted the wealth of
talent lurking behind the net curtains of our quiet village. I confess to a
sinking feeling beforehand when told to expect a marathon three-hour
experience, but there was a room full of friends, and a bar, so it could not be
all bad. Well, we know better now! We were then treated to music and drama from
solo performers, duos, trios and quartets, serious, seriously good, funny and
very funny. There was no self-indulgent limelight hogging, not even by the pink
rabbit. When it ended with a (literally) show-stopping rendition of "Daddy
wouldn't buy me a bow-wow", we were still shouting for more.
Singling out acts for mention is unfair on the others, and there is not enough space here to include them all. However, it would be unjust not to say that the younger performers were superb, so I shall. The phrase "something for everyone" must also be avoided because it suggests that not all performances were to everyone's taste, and I don't think that was so. For myself, I can say without fear of contradiction that I have not enjoyed myself so much since - - - well, I can't remember when.
Those able to let their excitement subside gently afterwards in the Pink
Panther (lost its swimming costume in the deep end) marvelled at a thoroughly
enjoyable experience, asking: "When's the next one? We want to be
there". I nearly typed Pink Panda then, but that's a hairdresser's
Fiat. (Jokes in the show were better than that, much better [Agreed - Eds.]).
An extract from one of Walter Morgan's songs from the evening
Now, my mama said I was a fool
To go and marry a
Man who couldn't buy me
A people carrier
And the neighbour says you use your car
As a ... thing extender
But it won't do you no good now
'Cos I've got my arse out to tender
I'm crying ... wow!
Oh Lord, please hand me down my shoppin' shoes
You can kiss goodbye to Janet Reger baby
Oo, Oo, whilst I have these 4x4 blues!