Hub and I went to see Brassed off tonight at our local
theatre. The sky was wearing its dark blanket and the chill was in the air, not
only of our day which wasn’t really a good one. A lot of stress. Back to
normality. As we walked along the streets, shivering with the bitter night, I
felt so cross with a post I read on Facebook. My friend who is lovely put in a
group where I am a member, a note about our old head master. He is dying and
has cancer. I do feel for his daughter as she was lovely, but as for him?
Well, he and his daughter want letters from people about how
they remembered him?
There are some posts on the group about how great this man
was. I would love to write what I felt about him but it would be deleted and if
I were admin, I also would delete as what I would want to say would not be appropriate.
He was horrible, cruel and greedy. My Husbands Father was on
the board of the school and the head left the school under a very dark cloud.
Let’s say, money was involved.
He told my Mum he watched me in the dormitory at nights
crying myself to sleep. He knew how much I hated the school in the evenings, but
didn’t want to let me be a day pupil, because he would be £400 worse off per
year. That was a lot of money in those days.
Evil. As there were a lot of children who went home at
nights at that school and I only lived six miles from the school. He did in the
end let me be a day pupil but for how long? Not even a year before I had to
leave the school as we could only stay until we were 12.
Just enough time for me to get used to being at home and
having a normal life. As I loved the schooling, it was the boarding I couldn’t
stand.
I will never forgive that man, not ever and I don’t wish him
anything but pain. When my wonderful teacher from that school died at such a
young age, and that head lives on and he must be driving towards ninety, it’s
not a fair world.
Anyway, I needed the theatre for escapism from that horror.
We arrived; it was dark as I said so LC missed the doors
into the place. Haha. We did another walk past it and we found our way in. It
was packed. We got to our seats with the help of a very odd lady.
Then the show began.
It was really enjoyable. I have seen the movie, so I knew
the story. It was back when Thatcher was closing the coal mines in the north
and how the families struggled with life, depression, divorce and so much more,
but it was full of northern humour.
Of course there was a brass band involved. In the UK, all
pits had a brass band. Once a year we used to have a miners picnic. As a child, it was just a way of life. Tradition.
My Mum loved the picnics as her Dad was a conductor for a miner’s brass band
and later on an orchestra.
She idolised her Dad so I knew the handkerchiefs would be
out as she used to always cry when the bands proudly marched by as the
onlookers applauded.
The streets were full of colour. Floats went by and there
were jazz bands as well as carts with the Princess in the front.
The church halls would have ladies with tables full of
goodies and the atmosphere was one of pride.
Thatcher destroyed all of that.
The speeches at the end were rather political for us, so we
never stayed to listen to those.
But good days.
The audience tonight were very against conservatives. That
was rather nice to know. So very sensible people in the theatre. It was amusing
how political the production was and how the audience participated in the anti-conservatives.
The band was great and the humour was wonderful but a sad
ending, not as sad as the film though.
We stood up and walked out with ease, again into the blanket
of February chill but this time, heavy rain.
A lovely night and tomorrow, Saturday, my dear friend Julie
is coming to stay overnight.
Happy Saturday friends. X
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