Of course, being a theatre, the socket was a prop and didn’t work! The story gets better and better. I can just imagine the bemused look of the ladies and gentlemen in the audience, twitching into their frocks and tweed at the sheer audacity of someone needing to ensure they could blog about whatever it is that’s going to happen on stage and second now.
I was in a play once
My experiences of theatre are short and sweet. Aged about 7 I had the delightful role of being a “Bell” in a christmas production at my school. This involved wearing a bell shaped piece of gold cardboard affixed to a pair of braces and rocking slowly side to side. Naturally I only had my underpants on to keep me warm. Recently I had a discussion about this incident with my fellow arty types in the studio, all of whom had similar ghastly experiences of acting to tell. We’ve all been scarred by the horror of Thespos, casting a wizzend old finger at us. I’ll wager the iphone charger in question just wanted something to do whilst the play was going on, as he’d been dragged there by a friend or something. To be honest, I’d probably prefer to play snake too.
You are running on reserve power
I enjoyed this story so much, that I decided to do two different illustrations showing the man in question being apprehended by security. You’ll be pleased to know that he’s come forward since the incident and comes across exactly as you’d anticipate. Read all about here if you’ve nothing better to do – thanks to the Guardian (again).
Advertising dinner and a theatre show
And finally; to show just how inclusive the theatre is to everyone, here’s a little advertisement from the bottom of the Guardian’s article.
Hamlet + Dinner
Combine your ticket with a meal & Save
Packages from: £289.00
An evening at the theatre wouldn’t be complete without a pre-show meal. We have a great choice of excellent restaurants conveniently located for your chosen show. The best news is that you will enjoy some great savings on our packages and look out for our free dinner offers.
Seriously? £289? Two hundred and eighty nine pounds? I’ll take my whole family.
Loch Ness monster is nothing more than a giant type of fish that was popular in Victorian times and was released into the wild. Allegedly it can grow up to 13 foot long. Bah, what a rip-off, I still believe there’s a giant monster in there, or at the very least a family of Brontosaurus’s that have kept a secret vigil in the middle of Scotland for the last 150 million years. Honest, what’s so preposterous about that?
Check your sources
This delightful bit of information, that adds further layers of extraordinary complexity to a rumour based on a photograph of an elephants nose, came from The Week magazine recently, and try as I might, I don’t have the enthusiasm to wade through endless pages of speculation and conjecture on the internet to find an appropriate link. Still, it was a fun story to illustrate, and reminded of my siblings and I prancing around on the edge of the Loch when we were much smaller, bellowing at our parents that we’d seen endless versions of the monster in a similar style to the “Family-Ness” cartoon that we all enjoyed immensely
Vandals smashed a parking meter or two in Cardigan, Wales recently. The knock on effect is that local business’s have had up to a 30% increase in sales (or footfall, I’m not sure which), according to this news article on the BBC.
I’ll wager the local’s are all rather happy with this new arrangement. Slowly councils appear to be realising that people won’t drive and pay for parking if they want to buy something, or merely browse. Clifton in Bristol has started offering a free ‘first 30 minutes‘ to parkers whilst wandering around the village shopping area. Good idea to me, I reckon.
I’m more than happy to park my battle-tank at a haphazard and jaunty angle if I know I don’t have to pay for it. Thinking about it, I don’t think I’d ever pay for parking unless I desperately have to.
I think I’ve broken my own personal record for least interesting blog post now. Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
This is a story I read about in “The Week” magazine, which gets delivered weekly (true), to my house, and features all sorts of snippets of news. As a portfolio bolstering mission, I elected to chose a number of the features and illustrate them, week in, week out.
As a freelance illustrator, I draw the things that clients want, so this is my way of promoting myself through choosing news and editorial stories that I’ve found interesting, poignant, amusing, or somewhat odd.
Treasure hunt! Avast! Kidd’s legendary bounty still missing.
Treasure fail. Gah! I’m deeply saddened to report that contrary to what was written recently legendary missing treasure of Captain Kidd had been discovered, the Guardian writes that actually, it sadly hasn’t after all.
Load of old rubble; not a whiff of gold to be found after all.
This is very disappointing for treasure hunting fans such as myself as the story conjured up all sorts of dramatic and romantic notions of sunken ships and heaving chests bursting full of gold and gems. On the plus side, it does tentatively mean that the loot’s still out there, waiting to be discovered! Huzzah!
Previously Captain Kidd’s missing haul “found”.
The BBC and numerous other news outlets reported a month or so back that Kidds’ booty had been found – see here. So in the spirit if adventure I drew this editorial image to celebrate.
Cutting the garden lawn with scissors to impress the neighbours.
According to an article in The Week magazine, nearly one in five gardeners admit to trimming their lawn with hand scissors in order to achieve the perfect garden.
Perfectly manicured garden!
13% say that the only reason they maintain their lawn is to impress the neighbours around them.
Where on earth do they get these garden stats from?
I must say, I can’t find any evidence to validate these numbers but as it was such a fun snippet of a story I thought I’d run with it anyway.
If you’re after more valid facts and stats then I’d suggest having a looksie here where there’s a massive (i.e. 15) long list of gardening bits and pieces that should wet even the most voracious of detail consuming horticultural enthusiasts.