What foods would you like to make?
I love cooking with fresh ingredients and I love the feeling of putting together a really good meal. When I was commuting to London I tried to get home to cook at least a couple of days a week, but once it got to the weekend the kitchen was where I relaxed. Now that I will not be doing the same journey I can do more in the kitchen and experiment with more meals.
Spicing it up
I have always enjoyed cooking chilli and curry, especially the former, and I love the smell of the spices. Years ago my wife hit upon a mix of spices that was perfect for our curries. She wrote it down on a piece of paper and that piece of paper is still in our cupboard to refer to, having ensured that our meals have the right balance. The chilli was always made with packet spice mix until I found jars of chilli garlic sauce when we lived in Hong Kong. Since then nothing else will do.
Christmas Dinner
In the picture you will see a fairly normal Christmas Dinner from my kitchen. Turkey, whether a crown or a full bird, together with loads of side dishes for people to help themselves to. Actually, this isn’t my kitchen, it’s the kitchen of the holiday apartment we were in when we spent Christmas in Australia. Yes, even on holiday there was no chance of me missing the cooking of my favourite meal of the year. When we got married I asked Janet if there was anything she would like in terms of splitting up the household duties and she said she never wanted to cook dinner on Christmas Day. We have had 35 Christmas Days together and I have cooked every single Christmas Dinner. The feeling of happiness when I see everyone enjoying their food is indescribable.
My weaker areas
I can cook pretty much anything but I am nowhere near as good as my wife when it comes to baking so I leave that side to her. Everything I enjoy most about Christmas is taken care of before the big day as she bakes Christmas Cakes, makes mincemeat for her mince pies and makes Christmas Puddings. She is incredible at that side of the festive season and nothing shop bought will do. I absolutely refuse to eat anything other than her homemade delights and we haven’t bought a mince pie from the shop in well over 20 years!
No idea what I will be cooking this weekend but I bet it will be tasty!
Dogs or cats?
This is Albus! We have had him for over 7 years now, having adopted him from the local Cats Protection shelter. We were never able to get a cat before as we lived in rented accommodation and my daughter was adamant that a cat would be one of the first things we would do!
Since we brought him home he has steadily and successfully achieved the aim of every cat, namely making the household run completely to his requirements 😹😹 He wakes me up to go out at around 3 or 4 o clock and I usually find him in the conservatory when I get up again. The waking up never bothers me. It’s part of the rich tapestry of cat ownership… Of their humans! 🤣🤣
Albus is not the first cat I have had. When I was 8 years old a tiny kitten found its way to our house. My parents were determined not to keep this new arrival so they called her Thing a name that guaranteed they wouldn’t become attached! She was feral when she found us, but she became steadily more domesticated and seemed to enjoy the food and drink available on demand even if she remained fiercely independent. She ended up with our family for 15 years so it wasn’t the most successful idea and she would not answer to any name other than Thing for the rest of her life.
Which activities make you lose track of time?
I was brought up to make the most of every minute by filling it ‘with 60 seconds worth of distance run’! As a result it had taken me time to come round to apps on my phone. Now, I have days where I can’t seem to drag myself away from it! What do those days have in common? Well, they usually follow a period of time, it could be a day, a week or a month where I have pushed myself at work and I need a break. In that sense, you could see even the least worthwhile activities as necessary. However, I am aware of my feeling of frustration with myself when I have spent an inordinate amount of time on an activity that I realise does not contribute to my overall development. So, I will start with things I lose track of time on and which don’t contribute to my personal growth, then move on to those that do.
The Bad
Social Media is the obvious culprit and one I am guilty of. My main addiction is Instagram which sees me scrolling endlessly at times, looking at endless videos about teaching and cats (!), and occasionally being drawn into purchases that are not necessary! Facebook and Twitter (its proper name!) are far less important now than they used to be but it is still not unknown for me to spend ages on there to no real effect. Now, using these platforms to contact people or to discover new music artists and other creatives or to use them to investigate something like a show or a hobby can be positive, but I will be honest when I say that this isn’t what I do!
A subsection of above is dual screening which I am increasingly guilty of these days as my daughter is very fond of pointing out! This has two effects, taking your full attention away from either phone or TV and completely robbing you of any sense of time. I find I am worst when watching sports. I don’t concentrate on the game, it just serves the purpose of moving wallpaper, and I don’t concentrate on the content of the phone and scroll increasingly mindlessly. I am doing my best to rein in this behaviour but I have a long way to go.
The Good
Happy Colour is a delight! I go back to this app every day and enjoy filling in the colours from the palette so much that I feel like time ceases to be of any consequence. Most days I will start, and often complete, at least two or three pictures and once I get into the colouring all my frustrations and stresses just wash away. Below you will see four of my most recent pictures. You will probably be able to see why I get so engrossed.
Blogging
Yes, the great time waster, and I use great in both senses of the word. Blogging has transformed my written communication and has enabled me to express myself in ways that had never been possible before. I can spend three or four hours drafting and redrafting a book review, gig review, music review or a piece of social/personal history. As with Happy Colour I end up with a final product that makes me feel good and makes me feel as though I have achieved something. Yes, my least read blog posts often end up in single figures and, no, there is no telling which fate will befall which posts. Memories of Singing Together has had over 700 reads and it’s one of the posts I am proudest of. Keedie by Elle McNicoll – A Personal Reflection one of my most personal reviews has 11 reads to date, but I am also incredibly happy with it. I long since accepted that the number of visitors and pages viewed will impact upon my sense of self, but because I get so much pleasure from blogging I regard that as a small price to pay. Having said that, if you have got this far, perhaps you may want to give Keedie a go. It’s well worth it I promise!
As soon as I heard that Evita was being revived at the London Palladium I was determined to get tickets because I had been saying a couple of days beforehand that it was on my list of must see musicals. Watching the casting announcements prior to the show made me even more excited by the prospect.
In a sense, the story of Eva Peron is utterly familiar. The first lady of Argentina who became a charismatic presence on the biggest of stages in her home country. That turns out to barely scratch the surface. She was an illegitimate girl born in poverty who became a famous actress on Argentine radio and married Juan Peron in 1945, a year before he won the election to become President. Eva was installed as First Lady but was deeply unpopular with the elite at the top of Argentine society. She set up a foundation and began transforming the lives of the poor in Argentina. Despite, or almost certainly because of, this she became a target of people trying to bring her down. She died within 6 years of Juan Peron becoming President at the age of 33. (Not a spoiler as her funeral is the subject of the very first song!) Do you need to know all that? Not necessarily. Does it help? Definitely in the first half, that’s for sure! Does it affect your enjoyment? Not in any way! Well, let’s get on with the review then!
The Songs
We start with the Requiem but the first instantly familiar song follows it straight away. Oh What a Circus is best remembered by those of us who were around for the original as being one of David Essex‘s many hits. It is a song dripping with irony and sarcasm and it sets the tone for the show. Next, in terms of my personal highlights, was I’d Be Surprisingly Good for You. First of all, I forgot that this was a song from the show, and secondly I remembered it as a straightforward love song, recorded by Linda Lewis. It is, in the show, layered with meaning as both Eva and Juan indicate their ulterior motives. The highlight of the first act is one of my favourite songs ever, which was sung by Barbara Dickson on the cast album from 1977. The performance by Bella Brown absolutely matched it, and I don’t say that lightly. This part of the story reflects Juan Peron’s ruthlessness in casting aside his current lover as soon as Eva Duarte came on the scene. It was sung with real emotion and the way that she returns to the women who used to ply the same trade as she did was both shocking and genuinely moving.
The second act contains one of the most Goosebumps inducing moments I have ever seen on stage. A massive screen is set up on the stage to show the signature song of the show, Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina. The close ups are cinematic in scale with Rachel Zegler’s face sometimes filling the entire screen. The camera shows Eva Peron in her finery and precedes her walking along the corridor to the balcony. When she gets there, the camera looks over her shoulder at the massive crowd underneath waiting to hear her sing. Let me tell you that from the theatre I heard not one complaint about the scene taking place outside the auditorium. It is an audacious move that works for everyone inside and outside the theatre, while making a point about the way in which Evita often bypassed the rich of Argentina and spoke directly to the rest of the population. Pure genius in every respect and a moment I will return to later.
The other standout songs were High Flying, Adored which was beautifully sung and, in its restrained nature, which made an interesting contrast to Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina. Santa Evita is a really good song and the performance is a highlight because of the excellent acting and outstanding singing of ‘The Child’.
The Cast
Rachel Zegler was simply outstanding in the main role. She brought the journey of Evita from her early struggles as Eva Duarte, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, to her rise to the highest echelons of society as Eva Peron, wife of Juan, the Argentinian President. Her presence on stage was such that there were times I never really noticed the rest of the excellent company. Like the lead singer of a band there was that connection with the audience that demands we look at her, but on stage she was every bit a part of the larger company and she gave everyone the opportunity to shine. However, star quality is star quality and she has it in abundance. There are few performers who take the audience attention to that extent and it’s amazing to think that she is still so young. Who knows what heights she will reach in the years to come, and how many of those heights we may be lucky enough to see on the West End stage? She played the whole range of emotions from agony to ecstasy through her presence. The singing was incredible throughout and she delivered Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina with a quality that absolutely outstripped any other version I have ever heard. However, it was the mastery of the camera that showed her subtlety. As she was livestreamed walking towards the balcony she fixed the camera with a gaze f such intensity and power that it took the breath away. She was powerful and in total control of the crowd on the balcony, but it was only the audience in the theatre that saw the high point of her interpretation. At the end of the line ‘Have I said too much’ her predecessors have delivered that line in a pleading manner. Zegler realised that this was not the way a powerful and charismatic woman would behave. She delivered it with a lok at the camera which said, ‘Of course I have, and I fully intended to’. It was so right that it just lifted the performance from iconic to legendary. We also saw her in the dressing room, a brilliant piece of staging by the way, looking drained and more like Eva Duarte. Once again, Rachel Zegler got it spot on. Finally, the fear and despair that she felt when she realised that her life was going to come to a dreadfully early end just tore the audience apart with its visceral nature. She deserved every second of the long and loud standing ovation that she received, and when awards season comes along she should clean up, because nothing else can possibly match what we are seeing in Evita.
Diego Andres Rodriguez played Che with such panache and confidence that it is almost impossible to believe that this is just his second stage appearance. At the start, he is the sardonic, detached observer of the life of Eva Duarte, and it is difficult to place him in the story because he is outside of the story. Perhaps he is Che Guevara, although from what I have read, that is very unlikely, historically speaking. Perhaps he is the personification of the Argentinian people. Perhaps he is Eva’s conscience. Perhaps he is all this and more. Whatever the case, and I think it probably differs from actor to actor, he fulfils the role of narrator, confidante and audience to Eva’s rise with huge flair. His singing is outstanding, especially on the audience favourite Oh What a Circus and his acting makes him completely believable throughout whether he is making jokes, showing anger or portraying fear. He is one of the most charismatic actors I have seen on stage, and his final scenes are some of the most powerful in the play.
James Olivas played Juan Peron with a poise and confidence that made the relationship with Eva and his rise to power completely understandable. Although his role shows him as a man with his eye on the main chance, and leaves us in no doubt that he will sacrifice anyone to achieve power, he shows his softer side with Rachel Zegler’s Eva and they make a great team both vocally and as dance partners. Olivas’ easy grace is a testament to his talent, and he makes what could be a rather two dimensional role vibrant and vital.
I have already talked about Bella Brown’s incredible performance of Another Suitcase in Another Hall. What is perhaps most amazing about it is that the audience has just met her, but with Brown in the role we completely buy in to the relationship straight away. She is devastated by being ordered out of the home she shared with Juan Peron and we can sympathise even though we don’t know her. The week after I saw her she was playing Eva Peron and I can only imagine how good she was in the main role.
Aaron Lee Lambert played Augustin Magaldi who was Eva’s first lover. He was a nightclub singer who saw in her a thirst and determination to make a better life for herself. In the story he is portrayed as a sort of comic relief but Lambert also brings a nuanced reading to what could be a one note performance, meaning that when Eva ditches him so callously we feel sorry for him.
Final Thoughts
This is one of the most incredible shows I have ever seen as my review indicates, and the fact that it is only a 12 week run makes me incredibly fortunate to have got tickets. I am sure there will be a cast album, which I will definitely get, but what would be even better would be a filmed version of this stage show. Fingers crossed for that, because I would love to relive this incredible spectacle once again.
List 10 things you know to be absolutely certain.
I would start by questioning the whole basis of this prompt. None of us can know anything for certain because we can never be in possession of all the information that we need. I can be pretty sure of some things either scientifically or emotionally but the former is subject to change and the latter is dependent on our understanding of a situation and our reactions to it, which will differ from person to person.
As a teacher I am always learning from colleagues and students. To be certain about something means that you stop exploring and growing. You should always start from the basis that you cannot know anything for certain in order to get nearer to knowing. I know that many people will disagree with me, perhaps quite vehemently, but I will never make the assumption that I know something. I can strongly believe but never know for certain.
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