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I’ve posted before about my love of Roald Dahl. He wrote brillantly about what it is to be a child, free to explore and discover, free to experience shocks, frights, and bad things, free to be naughty, free to learn, free to be. Many of his characters have to overcome huge difficulties and dangers that are almost always thrown in their way by adults; adults who often pose both a physical and emotional threat, often a real danger.

Matilda Wormwood is no exception. She’s a child ignored and humiliated by her parents, and placed in a school-cum-prison ruled by the tyrannical Miss Trunchbull. She’s a child with exceptional talents, spotted by the sweet and nurturing Miss Honey, but if only she knew how to use them…

The musical adaptation by Dennis Kelly and Tim Minchin, staged by the RSC, is astonishing. It’s wonderfully faithful to the spirit of Roald Dahl, in fact I’d venture to say Mr Dahl would love the darkness, cleverness and tremendous emotional scope of the musical adaptation.  Perhaps controversially, I reckon Matilda – A Musical improves on the original book.

Photo courtesy of rsc.org.uk

The production is breathtaking. Matthew Warcus directs with the assured authority of a stage veteran, but every element is fantastic. The pace almost never lets up, and the transformations from The Wormwood’s front room to the school playground or classroom to Matilda’s bedroom to the library are effortless. The lighting, sound design, and use of the stage is simply wonderful, making the show a visual treat.

The performances are uniformly excellent. More than half the cast are children, with three cast in each part. We saw Adrianna Bertola in the title role: her stage presence, confidence and emotional range is almost mind-blowing. Many of the children attend Theatre Schools and I had to keep muttering to myself ‘please don’t let them end up on X-Factor’… All the children get comic moments of their own and they’re all great.

Adults in Dahl books are often grotesque, but here they’re all played with wonderful humour and stay the right side of caricature. Paul Kaye and Josie Waller excel as Matilda’s parents, bringing slapstick straight out of the novel to life.

Spoiler / Practical tip… if you do see this make sure you’re in your seat for the second half with plenty of time, as Mr Wormwood makes an ‘interval announcement’ that uses Paul Kaye’s stand-up comedic talents to the full…

Lauren Ward is a near-perfect Miss Honey as she emerges from her own troubled existence as the ideal, indeed only partner for Matilda. However, if it’s possible to steal this show, Bertie Carvel does with his portrayal of Miss Trunchbull. Grotesque, comic, genuinely terrifying (my 5 year-old knows and loves the story but did not like her!), he’s a joy to watch.

Photo taken from http://www.guardian.co.uk

The songs are all written by Tim Minchin, best known for his often very barbed, adult-themed material. This performance on the Jonathan Ross Show gives you an idea. He’s (IMHO) insanely talented, but not necessarily an obvious choice for a family musical, with his complex lyrics, rhymes and themes. Until you stop and think for a moment about Roald Dahl – wordplay almost beyond compare, larger-than-life characters, often surreal plots.

The music is outstanding, there isn’t a weak song in the show. The orchestrations are witty. The children more than cope with his demands: the opening number ‘Miracle’ features them in a fairly open attack on parental attitudes to ‘their special little soldiers’, where it becomes ‘de rigeur for miracles these days’. I wonder how the actual parents of these wonderfully talented children felt on seeing the song for the first time…

Ensemble pieces like ‘School Song’, ‘Bruce’, ‘When I Grow Up’ and ‘Revolting Children’ are fantastically intricate, but performed and staged in inspiring style. Lauren Ward has lovely songs in ‘This Little Girl’ and ‘My House’ that are beautifully moving. In ‘The Smell of Rebellion’ Bertie Carvel imbues Miss Trunchbull with at least a little of the spirit of Frank N FurterAnd Matilda has three solo songs of her own, of which ‘I’m Here’ had this Father in absolute pieces (more of which later).

The Dahl book has a number of key scenes and set-pieces that simply must be in any adaptation. They’re almost all hyper-real, much easier to write than stage, but they’re all pulled off brilliantly. Mr Wormwood’s hair, the pigtail hammer-throw, Bruce Bogtrotter’s cake, moving the cup, the writing on the board are all there and their magic simply adds to the joy of the show. But Dennis Kelly and Tim Minchin have added details and devices, and used songs to improve on the original book. Rudolpho is a new character with only a couple of appearances, but he helps contrast the loud chaos of the Wormwood household with Matilda’s own inner Quiet. The staging brings the spirit of the novel to life wonderfully, Miss Honey’s song ‘Pathetic’ is a fantastic introduction to her own personal turmoil and Miss Trunchbull’s past as a Hammer Thrower comes alive in her first scene, and her monstrosity with the chilling line ‘I’ve been busy’ (you’ll know what I mean).

Best of all for me is the way Miss Honey and Matilda’s stories are intertwined with the tale of The Escapologist and The Acrobat throughout the show. This had me in tears more than once, and is a wonderful adaptation that also includes a beautiful puppetry sequence.

Matilda is about the importance of loving your child, about the importance of children and how adults often neglect, misunderstand and mistreat them. It’s brought to life in so many wonderful ways in this musical through every element of the production. The Courtyard Theatre in Stratford is the perfect venue for the show, but this show deserves to run and run and run. Dahl should be pretty much compulsary reading in every school and home, and this production deserves to be a compulsary supplement to the books. If I never see another show this will live with me forever.

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Having only recently reviewed my blogging experience after my 100th post, I’m slightly reluctant to lapse into further review or reflections on the past year… but I’m going to anyway.

I have definitely lived up to my name this year. Moody by nature, very much so. This blog started as a result of banter at work, with emails entitled ‘And another thing…’ or ending with /rant. At other times I’ve known immense and deep joy, and I hope contributed positive enthusiasm and energy to people around me. Apparently my karaoke version of The Killers’ All These Things That I’ve Done at our Company Christmas Party was impressive…?!

Thinking about the things that have vexed, inspired, frustrated and pursued me this year, there’s definitely a positive and negative polarity going on. For many things that are uplifting there are aspects that could easily be causes for cynicism, pessimism or resignation.

Customer Service generally isn’t getting any better, either from brands and companies, or from our elected politicians. I started this year exasperated at Dunelm. While they eventually resolved the situation, I feel pretty confident that their staff are still being let down by antiquated company systems. I’ve moaned before about Orange, and this year I signed up to be part of their Better Together to see how they would use a consumer panel to improve things and listen to their customers. Based on my experiences so far, the answer is… Not Very Well. They address me as ‘Christopher’ (not even my mother does that any more), which kind of shows how hard they’ve tried to get to know me.  I’ll spare you the rest. Suffice it to say that if it’s supposed to make me feel more valued or closer to their brand, it’s failing.

The General Election in the UK was the most interesting for years, possibly in my lifetime. I had high hopes that something different might result from the seemingly new-world-disorder of the results. Instead, we have broken promises from virtually all sides, and The Labour Party are still tending to their wounds, silently rejoicing that this was the best election to lose for years. Johann Hari cites a compelling dossier of reasons to be depressed, angry, betrayed…

On the other hand, the near-death experience and rebirth of BBC 6Music was a joy to behold, and a victory for People Who Care About Stuff. I love listening to eclectic, considered, thoughtful playlists on this digital station, with excellent, passionate presenters like Andrew Collins, Jarvis Cocker, Lauren Laverne and more. Now, if only Adam & Joe would come back…

Similarly, albeit on a more parochial scale, a jokey conversation at work transformed into more than a dozen of us taking part in Movember, growing slightly dubious facial hair and raising money for charity. I raised over £500 out a team total of over £3,000.

If 2009 was my year of The Wire, 2010 has found me wallowing in a number of wonderful pieces of arts and culture… Mad Men never ceases to make me feel good about the world, that people are allowed to be that committed to a creative vision, when other forms of TV make me wince with actual discomfort. The Bugle continues to amaze me with its invention and sheer balls to pursue surreal avenues other satirists can’t even think of. Filmspotting is my cinematic education, this year opening my eyes to (among others) the brilliant, brilliant films of Michael Powell & Emrich Pressburger.

Lastly, in 2010 I’ve enjoyed some fantastic experiences, camping with my family, holidaying in Cornwall, volunteering for The National Trust in Dorset, and having a terrific week in Spain, basking in the very warm glow of the Mediterranean sun and awestruck by the Alhambra Palace. For the last few weeks the UK has been frozen in a way I can barely remember during my lifetime, certainly in December. Yesterday Rachel, Hannah and I went out in gorgeous winter sunshine, with some friends, and tramped across a frigid field to go sledging for a couple of hours. It was fantastic fun and it was free. It was a brilliant thing to do on Christmas Day, and definitely made us all feel good about the world.

It’s often easy to get distracted by the thorns on a rose bush. They can really hurt, and make you fearful of getting close. But they’re not the core, the raison d’être, (excuse the pun) the point of a rose (ouch).

So, while acknowledging the state of the world is not all it could be, I’m going forward in 2011 resolved to be positive: to revel in the joys around me, to remember the things and people that inspire and comfort me, to anticipate and look forward to opportunities and strive to make them happen. I hope and trust you can do the same.

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In recent weeks and months my Facebook and Twitter feeds have been regularly taken over by people commenting on The X-Factor and The Apprentice. As I blogged not long ago, this sort of communal conversation puts paid to the media myth that ‘appointment’ TV scheduling and viewing is dead. What was very obvious from all this was that the overwhelming majority of comments were negative, either ridiculing the contestants, or expressing contempt for the programme concept, content & format.

I can’t understand why people relentlessly watch a series when they despise the presenters, producers and performers. I have watched The X-Factor in the past, but it has become so blindingly self-parodic that Peter Kay’s ‘so-true-you-couldn’t-make-it-up’ spoof from 2 years ago looks tame by comparison…

There’s definitely a love-hate relationship going on between many people and The X-Factor, but not for me. I watched only a few minutes of the recent final, and I felt almost dirty afterwards. The show is oppressively commercial, rehashing clips to create ever-longer shows with less content and more advertising. It makes the Premiership seem almost quaint in comparison. It believes its own hype, with a sense of self-importance that is quite staggering. It’s presented, produced and controlled by a man who stands to gain personally from, and has a clear vested interest in the outcome.

Worst of all, not only is the show an artifice from start to finish, with seemingly nothing left to chance and totally under control, but the quality is depressingly poor. I watched the final performance of the ultimate winner. I know his name’s Matt and he has some sort of wispy facial hair, but other than that he was utterly forgettable. He was so underwhelmingly ordinary it beggars belief. Last week I was at my daughter’s Reception Class Carol Service, and a 5-year-old boy (also named Matt) stood on stage in front of around 50 parents (mostly strangers to him) and sang Away in a Manger completely solo and unaccompanied. He had more bravery, charm, charisma and ‘x-factor’ than Matt on the telly.

When I dared to tweet about this, friends who are fans of the show took offence, and pointed me to his other performances on Youtube. To which my response is, sure, some of his efforts are better, but he’s completely one-dimensional. Yet he’s supposed to represent the next great pop sensation. The tracklisting on his Christmas single betrays the scope of his range…

  • When We Collide (a bland attempt at Biffy Clyro, who must be laughing all the way to the bank)
  • Just The Way You Are (er, ditto for Billy Joel with this nicely-sung but bland version of a truly lovely song)
  • Nights in White Satin (another tedious version of a song probably chosen by the producers because the core X-Factor fanbase haven’t ever heard the original and how much better it is sung by Justin Hayward)
  • First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (er, see above but reference Roberta Flack)

With all due respect to Matt X-Factor, I can foresee an album of ballads released some time next year, with a promise of some new material, possibly even one or two original songs written for him. And then he will disappear into some sort of oblivion, like several (sic) winners before him.

Now I know this sets me out as terribly middle-class etc etc, but I truly love the other (ahem) reality TV show on Saturday nights, Strictly Come Dancing. Let me count the ways…

  • Rather than people doing what (they think) they’re already good at and singing songs they’re already familiar with, SCD contestants learn brand new skills every week, often fitting them in around their actual careers.
  • Of course they dance with their partners, but they are on their own on the floor. X-Factor performances are often swamped by layers of orchestration and backing vocals, such that you could remove the contestant and barely notice.
  • The SCD judges (Alesha Dixon notwithstanding) have outstanding technical expertise and often focus their comments on the technical merits of the performance. Of course there are the terrible soundbites, but the judges don’t stand to gain anything from their comments, so they generally vote for the best choreography and performance with far more credibility.
  • The show always features excellent live musical performances – the Strictly House Band are terrific.
  • There’s far less  ‘back-story’ and far more commitment to the show from the contestants. Kara Tointon performed in the final last weekend with damaged ligaments in her arm. And still looked better than some of the professional dancers…

Of course I’m not a complete apologist. Bruce Forsyth’s monologues are often cringeworthy, and the show is also guilty of rehashing content and turning everything into ‘a journey’. But it’s so much more involving than X-Factor. Contestants are revealed to be wonderfully human beyond their so-called celebrity status, confounding our prejudices (who knew Gavin Henson was so insecure…?). I’ve been genuinely moved by performances, and have blubbed more than once. I KNOW! IT’S STRICTLY! WHAT AM I LIKE…?!

So, in tribute to the best Saturday night telly for years…

Pamela Anderson – 61 years young…

He presents Countryfile…?!

She’s so wasted in soap operas…

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It’s almost exactly 19 months since I opened this WordPress account and started blogging. Recently I suggested to another blogger that for his 100th post he should list 100 things he had learnt since starting his blog. He gamely accepted the challenge, so some similar list is the least I can do…

So, looking back so far, a ‘York Notes’ version of What I Reckon (May 2009 – December 2010)

  1. Aiming to post 2-3 times a week is a noble aim, but not at 600 words a time.
  2. It’s about people (not data segments or clusters or whatever).
  3. Don’t try and surf if you can’t easily and smoothly stand up from lying prone on solid ground.
  4. Fish are friends, not food.
  5. Sometimes sitting down with an icecream is more fun than flying a kite.
  6. I think you’ll find it’s a bit more complicated than that.
  7. The smell of Birds’ Custard makes me think of Sunday lunch when I was a child.
  8. Businesses should stop centralising and get closer to their local communities.
  9. Dr John Mislow was a friend of mine a long time ago. His death at 39 is a tragedy.
  10. Arthur Honnegger’s ‘Pacific 231’ is a brilliant evocation of the power of the steam train.
  11. I really don’t want the BBC to tell me what other people reckon about the news. I want the BBC to tell me the news.
  12. Advertising can sometimes produce very moving, powerful campaigns for good.
  13. There’s skint, and there’s middle class skint. I know which I am, and I am grateful.
  14. The Wire is the best TV series I’ve ever seen, even better than Mad Men.
  15. The menu découvert at Le Manoir aux Quat’Saisons is expensive, but astonishingly good value.
  16. I think you’ll find it’s a bit more complicated than that.
  17. Man on Wire is a fantastic biopic, documentary and heist movie all at once.
  18. The Merlin Entertainments London Eye is a stunning way to see London, but it was also a soulless corporate experience for me.
  19. Stuff takes longer when you’re camping, but in a good way.
  20. Marketing is usually the application of common sense.
  21. U2 are a brilliant band, and their live shows are tremendous.
  22. One of the best things about my week is listening to Filmspotting.
  23. Most products can be easily and almost instantly substituted for a functionally identical alternative. The difference is in design, experience and how it makes you feel.
  24. Margaret Thatcher was wrong. There is such a thing as society, and it’s not David Cameron’s ‘Big’ version either.
  25. This American Life, presented by the peerless Ira Glass, is a marvellous radio show.
  26. Queen were a terrific band, and Freddie Mercury the greatest front man of all-time.
  27. The mound above Tarn Hows is a wonderful spot to have lunch, looking across to the Langdale Pikes.
  28. Cormac McCarthy’s The Road is a masterpiece.
  29. Social Media isn’t complicated. It’s a conversation. Be interesting, and listen to what other people are saying.
  30. Revolutionary Road has much to praise, but ultimately I found it hollow, considerably less than the sum of its parts.
  31. The problem with most brands is that they want to talk about themselves all the time.
  32. Andy Goldsworthy is a tremendous ‘natural artist’.
  33. Sometimes my iPod shuffle command seems to know what it’s doing, and creates playlists of real beauty.
  34. The PCC  seems pretty toothless to me.
  35. Watching a film on a train can be dangerous. It can leave you utterly unprepared for the real world at the end of the journey.
  36. Orange seems to take me for granted. And yet I stay with them. What does that say about #23?
  37. The end of The Graduate is the least triumphant happy ending in cinema.
  38. A Gary Larson cartoon and a Jack Johnson quote have driven more traffic to my blog than any other post…
  39. Real mail is at least as important as email.
  40. I wish I was half as cool as Christopher Walken.
  41. If you want me to care about you’re supposedly trying to sell, at least pretend like you care about me.
  42. There’s something very empty about the same sort of people drinking the same drinks sat at the same tables listening to the same music in ‘chain bars’ all over the country.
  43. Did I mention that The Wire is the best TV ever made? Ever.
  44. The opening paragraph of Jim Crace’s Quarantine is as good as anything I’ve read in years. The rest of the book is pretty darn great too.
  45. Bono learnt a lot of what he knows from Freddie Mercury, except the bit about not taking himself too seriously.
  46. ‘Company Policy’ is usually the death-knell to allowing staff to treat customers decently
  47. Men, as a rule, hate indiscriminate shopping.
  48. Anyone who thinks It’s a Wonderful Life is schmaltzy sentimentality run riot hasn’t been paying attention.
  49. In Rainbows is as close to a perfect album as pretty much anything I’ve heard.
  50. Everyone wants to be where someone loves them best of all…
  51. I got tired of writing about poor customer service, because it doesn’t seem to change anything.
  52. Corporate car adverts need to be less boastful about how good their cars are, and pay attention to #41 above…
  53. Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together. For the sun is warm. And the world is a beautiful place.
  54. The Cluetrain Manifesto is as relevant now as when it was written 11 years ago.
  55. I need to review my old posts more often – several video embeds are now defunct…
  56. PT Anderson is a brilliant director, probably the best around.
  57. I laugh more in an episode of Green Wing than in a whole series of most comedy shows.
  58. John Hillcoat’s adaptation of The Road is a fine film, but not quite a masterpiece.
  59. Keeping a written record of significant experiences is a lovely way to remind myself that my life is pretty darn fine, actually.
  60. Many businesses swing wildly between a plan based on pie-in-the-sky assumptions with no foundation, and analysis-paralysis.
  61. BBC 6Music packs in more variety in a day than most commercial stations do in a month.
  62. I hoped the UK General Election in May 2010 would lead to positive change. I was half-right.
  63. Devon and Cornwall have beaches to rival anywhere in Europe.
  64. Many of my favourite songs are under 3 minutes long; perfectly-formed pieces of beautiful art.
  65. I truly hoped the Conservative / Lib-Dem coalition would be a progressive force for change in UK politics. I was naive.
  66. 2 of my Top 3 films of the last decade are not in English (City of God and The Lives of Others).
  67. Sometimes traffic to my blog comes from the most unlikely sources (Lady Gaga?!).
  68. Cate Blanchett is one of the most interesting actresses working today.
  69. Companies need to care more about their agencies.
  70. Uncovering decades-old diaries can be both uplifting and uncomfortable.
  71. When you are dancing and laughing and finally living, hear my voice in your head and think of me kindly.
  72. Usain Bolt is a greater role-model and champion than any English footballer.
  73. The salaries of the 24 players in England’s dismal World Cup squad would pay for over 3,300 British Soldiers.
  74. Martin Luther King never spoke in terms of SMART objectives.
  75. Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows…
  76. Volunteering for The National Trust enables me to meet great people and do some good. Nice.
  77. (Despite the doping scandals) The Tour de France is a sporting spectacle like nothing else.
  78. There is no political violence, only criminal violence. But this can be state-sanctioned too.
  79. Natwest Bank’s ‘Helpful Banking’ campaign is depressingly cautious and underwhelming.
  80. Gifford’s Circus is brilliant old-school entertainment.
  81. I am incredibly proud of the way my 5-year-old daughter deals with her  nut allergy
  82. Anvil! The story of Anvil is as wonderful a love story as you’ll ever see.
  83. There is nothing worse in life than being blind in Granada…
  84. Roald Dahl is my favourite author for children.
  85. Does our ability to overcome nature make us immune to its danger and challenges?
  86. It’s really important to believe in your own abilities: you can be better than you’re currently allowed to be.
  87. The 24-hour-news cycle means we make mountains out of molehills and forget very quickly.
  88. Easyjet are not as bad as they’re made out to be.
  89. The Bugle is the perfect antidote to the 24-hour-news-cycle
  90. The shared experience of the Twitterati watching Strictly Come Dancing or X-Factor proves that appointment TV viewing is not dead.
  91. The Cove is a brilliant and shocking documentary that does for (part of) the Japanese fishing industry what Jamie Oliver has tried to do for battery chicken farming in the UK
  92. There is such a thing as too much choice.
  93. Long live Jesse Smith’s Butcher in Tetbury and all those like it.
  94. Movember is a terrific charity, and it brought our team at work closer together. The power of the Mo is real…
  95. Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen is another near-perfect album.
  96. I grew a moustache and I liked it (for a month anyway)
  97. I’m a French Horn player and proud of it.
  98. I’m also proud of this blog. Thanks for reading.
  99. Struggling now… as it’s nearly Christmas, can I point you in the direction of my recipe for a lovely festive season?
  100. Trying to plan ahead with posts, especially when my blog is reasonably wide-ranging in scope, is important. I get distracted easily and lose focus. Outlining is important, and writer’s block is real.

I hope I can continue to feel proud of this for another 100 posts, and that you can continue to find it interesting. Thanks for reading and supporting my little blog.

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I started playing the French Horn when I was 13. I recall my parents coming back from a meeting with the music teacher, with his request / recommendation that I might like to start having lessons, and as luck would have it(!), the school had just come upon a cheap second-hand horn I could use while I decided if I liked it. And there was soon to be a vacancy in the school orchestra.

Apparently I did like it, as I’m still playing in amateur orchestras and groups today. I also ‘self-taught’ myself to play saxophone, and played for a few years in a Big Band at university. My wife has played piano since she was 8, and oboe since she was 12. She took a music degree and we both played together in the Exeter University Symphony Orchestra.

So it’s not that surprising that we’re keen for our daughters to enjoy music, and ideally play an instrument. But which one? We’ve got our own preferences and prejudices, but recently chanced upon what might be a valuable book to help us…

The right instrument for your child was first published by Atarah Ben-Tovim and Douglas Boyd in 1985, and has now reached its 4th edition. It recommends a fairly rigorous (although I’ll stop well short of suggesting it’s scientific) approach to assessing your child, their physical attributes, mental characteristics and other things, alongside the different instruments. So far, so-so. Why not? There’s probably something in it.

Naturally, we started off by having a look at what the authors have to say about our own chosen instruments. Forgive me for reprinting extensive segments of their work, but I want to make it clear that these are entirely their ideas.

Oboe

In the hands of an outstanding professional musician… the oboe can sound exquisite. Played by most children who are learning, the sound is unpleasant and rasping…

The most important physical requirement is the shape of the lips: they must be thin and tight… The aperture between the two pieces of reed is so tight that the player has to force the breath through. Children may experience headaches from the back-pressure  which this causes, even in a healthy teenager.

Not an instrument for frail children… it must not be attempted unless the child is physically fit, even athletic… The oboe should never be played or even practised by any adolescent with a head-cold, respiratory or virus infection. The inter-cranial pressure can spread the infection into the eyes and the brain causing complications and even disability…

The oboe is not for generous extroverts; determined, tight-lipped stubborn children do best… Oboists tend not to mix well… [they] make a little clan and keep to themselves.

French Horn

The French Horn is not recommended as a first instrument. It is not for fun…

Thin to medium lips are called for by the mouthpiece. The small bore through which the air has to be directed produces back-pressure which can cause dizziness and headaches even in quite mature learners…

You can never relax playing the French horn; each note must be achieved; there is no letting up…

French horn children are not gregarious… The horn-players in an orchestra or concert band make a definite clique and do not mix much even with the other members of the brass section…

The playing position seems to suit, and even comfort, children who feel, rightly or wrongly, that they do not get enough attention at home or at school… With excellent justification, they feel special about playing the horn, for only a very unusual child can.

Well, I can’t keep a straight face while I’m reading that. Irrespective of whether the descriptions reflect Rachel or myself, I find it almost impossible to believe that anyone could write or read this and take it seriously.  Playing the oboe seems life-threatening, and apparently both horn-players and oboists are borderline sociopaths.

Why would any parent suggest these instruments to their children after reading this book? It’s the musical equivalent of Gina Ford and her infamous parenting manuals. While I’m sure some people do benefit from such prescriptive methods, to me it smacks at least slightly of lunacy to tick boxes about your child and to categorise musicians based on the instrument they play.

If any other players are keen to know what this fount of knowledge has to say about them, do let me know…!

 

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First,  apologies to The Stranglers for my unforgiveable use of their terrific song in the title of this post. It’s in a good cause, honest…

Movember has finished. From our gallant team, only 3 Mo’s still remain (and 2 of those are on habitual wearers of The Facial Hair). While the start of the month was fun, a novelty experiment eliciting laughter and quizzical looks all round, the second half of Movember proved to be something altogether more interesting. A few phenomena became apparent…

  • We got competitive: the Mo stylings became more considered, with mutual appreciation and grudging admiration frequently displayed
  • Grooming standards definitely rose. We work in a fairly casual office, in which daily shaving is not at all de rigeur. But the Mo’Bros took time to show their new facial adornments off at their best. I hope our partners were all proud…
  • The ‘joke’ part of our appearance started to be overcome by a new ‘normalcy’. Towards the middle of the month I became a bit concerned about how strangers, shopkeepers et al might react to me. But as the Mo’s took shape and form, became established, we grew more confident. They were now part of us.
  • Perhaps that self-belief fuelled an increasing number of comments from my friends that “it suits you” or even more silences from people who thought it was just a personal choice, a ‘new look’. I wasn’t sure then, and I’m still not entirely sure what I think about that. Without wanting to insult anyone who chooses to wear a moustche like the one I cultivated (pictures below), Iam slightly worried that people ‘liked it’. I got into the spirit of things, I almost took on a new character, but it wasn’t me.
  • At the risk of giving away too much intimate information, I didn’t enjoy kissing my wife as much with the Mo. I know she wasn’t impressed with my look or with the kissing. Put simply, it didn’t feel right. It was bristly, rough, and it got in the way.
  • Our team at The Real Adventure developed a strong sense of solidarity. Conversations were more open, with more laughter. The spirit within the building rose. Between us, we’ve raised over £3,000 for Prostate Cancer charities.
  • Now that the Mo has gone, I definitely feel like myself again, although it has taken a few days to realise that this is the normal me, and the absence of a hairy upper lip is the rule, not the exception. Apparently I look younger, and less like a serial killer / farmer / WW2 pilot. You can be the judge of that…

You can still sponsor my efforts post-mo-mously (ouch!) here, and view the full story of my Movember transformations (including a portrait of me alongside Harry Potter, drawn by my 5-year-old daughter, and a short-lived experiment with a pencil-Mo) on my facebook album…

Thanks to everyone who has supported me, laughed at me, encouraged me, sponsored me, and especially to Rachel for putting up with the-man-who-used-to-look-like-my-husband. It was in a good cause.

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