Monday, October 02, 2006

Final bow wow wow...

A day of two halves. Two hours in Goole giving a writing workshop to a nice group of over-5os. Then, with a complete contrast of participants, three hours working with council estate youths. If it could have been organised thus, it would have been nice to do it the other way round, given the short attention span and liveliness of the younger writing crew, which damn near left me exhausted and ready for a sit down after about five minutes.

Hull's very own West End diva and Bafta-sharer, Liam Mower (left), has finally left his days in Billy Elliot and a decent education at the Royal Ballet School's White Lodge behind, preferring to return home to his insular hometown and dirty old comprehensive. Only time will tell if it was the right thing to do and I suppose the lad's to be applauded for wanting to concentrate on his GCSEs. Bizarrely, his fellow cast members opted to go one step further than a Good Luck card and a bag of Licorice Allsorts, presenting the David Platt (off of Coronation Street, pictured right) lookalike with a black labrador. I ask you, a black labrador? What good's that to a teenage boy? Will Liam be giving his black labrador regular exercise? Will he scoop its poop? I think not. And are theatrical types not familiar with the phrase "a dog is for life, not just for a photo opportunity"?

4 comments:

bazza27 said...

When he's 60, he could look at a lovely clock on his mantelpiece and think of all his mates and those wonderful times, but where will the dog be when he's 60?. Unless he gets it stuffed of course.

bazza27 said...

When he's 60, he could look at a lovely clock on his mantelpiece and think of all his mates and those wonderful times, but where will the dog be when he's 60?. Unless he gets it stuffed of course.

bazza27 said...

You'd of thought with comment moderation on you could have got rid of one of the above so as I wouldn't look like a tit, but then again...

Dave W said...

Lol!