Saturday 8 February 2014

Teaching Tales

As a ‘resting’ actor I have been doing quite a lot of teaching recently. I am one of the many who like to share their pearls of thespian wisdom with the young and eager.  Or in my case - the young and well-off little darlings of Surrey.

Ooooooo they are a funny bunch. 

Some are, of course, lovely but the rest are a blend of prep-doing, lacrosse-playing, ‘Miss... er-what’s your name again, Diana??-saying so and so’s!

One little missy ran up at the beginning of class this week and informed me that “Mummy didn’t send me to school today because I had diarrhea.” I managed to contain the inner screams of “Why on earth are you here then?  Get away from me you vile little person, I need my anti-bac hand gel’” and instead smiled and said “Oh poor you, take it easy today,” as I edged away from her.

In the middle of a singing warm up, another little lady shot her hand up “Do you know who Allah is?” Well, how do you reply to that mid ‘Lalalalala?’ “Ummm, yes, I do, now keep singing.”  A few exercises on, the hand pops up again, “Do you know who played Annie in the film of Annie?” I was beginning to feel like I was on Mastermind and either the metaphorical  spotlight or this child was giving me a migraine. “It was Aileen Quinn,” she answered herself proudly.  I can only presume she had been reading an encyclopaedia this week and had got up to A. I look forward to Boadicea, bunions and Barack Obama next week.
It's gonna be a long term......

In another school I had asked everyone to bring in a special picture to talk about in class.  Instead of pictures I was naturally met with a barrage of excuses, my favourite was - “I have had such a busy week and my mummy has been sooooooo busy, I didn’t get home until, like, 6 every day. I’ve just been too busy to do anything.” Thinking of my working-mum sister, friends and Dad who still doesn’t finish work until 9pm despite being over 60, I replied, “You’re 6, Tabitha, how busy can you be?”

I presume lusting after 1D is a full-time job these days (I kid you not, this girl and her classmates regularly perform a 1D song to me word perfect and discuss the merits of Harry’s love life. Let me remind you.... they are 6.) On a less cynical note, how sad is it that 6 year olds are feeling stress? I think my main concern at 6 was whether I’d have Findus crispy pancakes for tea or how my den was getting on in the garden. If they already have that awful “there’s not enough hours in the day” feeling, what hope is there?  There is a lifetime of rushing about and feeling like you are letting people down to look forward, please stay watching Peppa Pig and playing for as long as possible.

One pupil who did remember her picture described a crayon drawing that a friend had drawn her.  She said it was special because she was moving schools and she was going to miss her friends. I asked “Why are you friends with her? and this reply melted my cynical old heart, “Well, when I first met her, she smiled so brightly at me and she is always smiling and nice to me.” Is that not the best and most simple explanation of what being a friend is? A big smile can do the most wonderful things; put people at ease, get you a job, make a friend, make someone’s day or make someone fall in love with you.


So the best lesson that this teacher was taught this week was........(despite the obvious highlight of learning about Allah).......smile brightly people! It is the simplest and best way to make you and other people happy.

Saturday 1 February 2014

Show the love in February!

We made it through January! Congratulations to all who have survived tax bills, sobriety and the flu! As the calendar turns into February we look towards the festivities that it holds – namely St. Valentine’s Day.  Those pesky red envelopes have been in shops since New Year’s Day; for some it’s a romantic day to break up the grey monotony of February for others it is hell on earth.

When I was a ‘single lady’ (cue Beyonce strut and hand flick) I admit to finding Valentine’s Day a toughie, even now as someone’s ‘ missus’ there is still a minefield of expectation to navigate.  The validation gained from receiving a red envelope stems from Primary School.  Mine installed a special post box for under-age romancers (I presume it was the same one they used for Christmas but the school secretary yanked off the cotton wool snow!)  The popular kids were inundated with deliveries whilst us portly boffins waited expectantly......

Not much changed as I matured; on both occasions that I was in Les Miserables in London, I happened to be single. Note to self – dying every day and wet-wiping fake mud onto oneself mustn’t be attractive girlfriend material. One Valentine’s Day my pitying and coupled-up dressing room pals decided to send me an anonymous card at stage door, only to shatter my dreams of a ‘stage door Johnny’ romancer by admitting it was them before Act One had finished! 

The next time I reached an all-time low, even for me. Our Jean Valjean at the time was overwhelmed with love hearts and gifts from his own stage-door Johnny admirers, he didn’t need them all and so I accepted a pity donation of a dozen red roses.  I sat puffed up with pride on the train home, parading around with the pity bouquet and happy to let other less-loved commuters make up romantic tales of my life.  Pathetic!

There are better ways of dealing with being single on this overhyped day.  There is no point in getting angry about commercialism exploiting societies need for love. Don’t rant at couples through the window of your local chain restaurant; they are the ones eating mediocre steak for £30 a head.  It is just a day and love takes many forms.  A mate buying you a coffee when you’ve been rinsed by HMRC is an act of Valentine’s love.  A grandparent tucking a sneaky fiver into your fist, despite you being over 30 years old, shows they care. My nephew dancing about because he is so excited to see me fills me with more fuzzy feelings than a fifty quid bouquet.

Another act of love is sharing your talents to entertain others; so use this February 14th wisely whether you are single or attached and head to The Alleycat on Denmark Street in London to see the wonderful Katie Brennan perform Still Single: Song of the Single Girl. There may be ‘a million love songs’ according to Mr Gary Barlow but how many songs are there for a single girl? Where better to spend the evening than in a bar with loads of talented, positive people who may even have worse dating tales than Carrie Bradshaw? Check out this link for tickets



and whatever your Facebook relationship status, I wish you a lovely February 14th full of Valentine’s love, in whichever form it may take for you.