The Winterfood Diaries

The Winterfood Diaries

Friday, 28 April 1989

Wise Up! Sucker


WISE UP, SUCKER!

 

It’s 9am, and why?

 

Because I’ve missed my bastard bus.  But I’m off to try again in 20 mins or so, on public transport. 

 

BOOGAH

 

‘Sheila Take A Bow’ – The Smiths



 

My favourite TV shows at the moment are:

 





MIAMI VICE,

MIDNIGHT CALLER,

 

And I can’t think of any others at the moment…

 

I still love DOCTOR WHO but it’s not on these days.




 

And THE DARK ANGEL (which I videoed) is skill!  I’ve just finished pt. 2 – one more to go!




 

God!  Jamie Davenport hasn’t even had a proper Chinese Play rehearsal yet.

 

FOOK OFF, WINTERFOOD.

 

Later:

 

‘A Single KO’ – Wire



 

HOW DO YOU GET THE PUBLIC TO GO AND SEE A PLAY THEY’VE NEVER HEARD OF?

 

HOW DO YOU GET THE PUBLIC INTO A THEATRE, FULL STOP?

 

I was so pissed off today.  Why?  Because THE CHINESE PLAY was advertised in the LYNN NEWS & ADVERTISER.  Fair enough, yeah; but it said ‘a new play by a local playwright, performed by NORCAT’s SITUATIONS (sic) THEATRE CO’.  Why did she put NORCAT?  In my initial meetings, Damaris Grenfell agreed that the college would not be mentioned – so her publicity officer goes and mentions them!  FUCK OFF, OR WHAT?  To cap that, it says ‘SITUATIONS’. 

 

So I rang the publicity officer up from Larry’s office and asked her what had gone wrong. She told me it was her duty as publicity officer to tell the public it was a college show.  I told her it wasn’t a college show, inasmuch as a college show would be something Larry or another teacher might stage or direct – like Macbeth, say.  I remember helping out on a show at the Angles a few years ago, by a girl at Isle College in Wisbech, which she was putting on as part of her course, but under her name alone (probably so as to avoid turning-off a potential audience who are expecting am-dram values).  But the publicity officer just said, ‘You study at NORCAT – therefore it’s a NORCAT show.’  I asked what she’d have said if I wasn’t at NORCAT.  ‘But you are,’ she said, ‘NORCAT are putting it on.’  But I insisted they weren’t and that I was putting it on, under the production name – amateur or otherwise – of The Situation Theatre Company.  And not ‘Situations’, I added.  ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘sorry about that.  It’s been amended now.’  Stupid bitch.

 

I couldn’t be arsed to plough on any further, so I handed her over to Larry.  She told him that all future productions will be billed as ‘amateur’ and as ‘NORCAT’ shows – including BLOOD WEDDING and ROCKY HORROR (Daniel + Jodie will go mental!).

 

IT GETS RIGHT UP MY ARSE.  Poncey cow.

 

If she’d spoken to me – or even Larry – I would have gone for ‘The Situation Theatre Company in association with NORCAT’.  It’s about the wording; it’s about the impression.  And – in all honesty – it’s about trying to make a name, not just for myself, but for a ‘company’ that I’d like to see continuing to produce work and build a reputation after I’ve left college.

 

‘Temple of Love (Extended)’ – The Sisters Of Mercy

 

 

GOD!  The Chinese Play doesn’t ‘belong’ to NORCAT.  It’s not the property of NORCAT.  It’s not NORCAT’s object.  It’s mine.

 

SO FUCK OFF, BECAUSE I WAS ASSURED IN THE FIRST MEETING THAT PUTTING ‘NORCAT’ IN THE BILLING WOULD COMPROMISE SALES.  TALK ABOUT DEFEATING YOUR OWN OBJECT. 

 

THAT’S IT, THEN.  THE END.  I’M BILLY MUCH SURE THERE’LL BE A FULL HOUSE.  SURE.  MUCH.  OH YUS.  AR-YA-DU.AND THEN THEY’LL BLAME ME.  WELL, YOU’VE FUCKED IT, BABY.  THE CHINESE PLAY IS ALREADY DEAD.  AND PERHAPS IT WAS A MERCY KILLING.  I DUNNO.  COS I DID MY BIT.  I’VE COVERED KING’S LYNN IN POSTERS + HANDBILLS.  SHAME IT TOOK MARITA TWO FUCKING WEEKS TO DRAFT A LETTER FOR LOCAL ACTING AGENCIES AND THEN DO IT WRONG!  AND WHEN I TOLD HER IT WAS WRONG – IT WAS EMBARASSINGLY AMATEUR – SHE GOT STROPPY AND ACTED LIKE SHE WAS DOING ME A FAVOUR!  NEVER MIND ALL THOSE PEOPLE PERFORMING WHO MIGHT GET TO MEET A BLOODY AGENT.  JESUS, I AM SURROUNDED BY TWATS.  NOBODY GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THIS WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY WE’VE ALL BEEN GIVEN ON THIS COURSE.  ARE THEY REALLY SO TALENTED?

 

WUNT DARE!

 

On top of all this, it turns out that TS2 called a meeting between their parents + the Principal in which they called for Larry to be sacked.  They have been complaining about his teaching methods and Ronnie Treece (former department head) is attempting to help them oust him from NORCAT.  Trouble is – it seems – is that TS1 and BTEC Performing Arts all like Larry.  So we’ll be writing to the college management in praise of him and complaining about what’s been going on.  However, TS2 also roped in the local MP, and have – allegedly – cast aspersions on Larry’s sexual orientation.  So now Larry’s involved in a court case.  What a mess.

 

I think this is some of the stuff that’s led to poor communication in the department regarding the KLCA performances and my relations with “Practice Makes Perfect”.  It’s affecting Daniel + Jodie too, as Larry’s homosexuality and the decision on the part of some to make that an issue, has led to sex becoming an issue generally.  Daniel + Jodie have had all their ROCKY HORROR posters ripped down by college management for being ‘sexually explicit’ (they’re not).  Management have also put pressure on Larry, Daniel + Jodie to not take the show on tour; they’re only allowing the KLCA gigs because NORCAT is reluctant to have its name associated with ‘explicit sex’.  The more we (Performing Arts) dug into this bizarre claim, the more we found out; discovering that management have been told that Performing Arts have been getting too much attention and favour from Larry.

 

GOD, EVERYBODY CAN FUCK OFF!

 

Later:

9pm

 




 

And she turned, with a smile that told me more than anyone else could ever know.  ‘TAKE CARE,’ she said, and was gone.

 

She loves me, she loves me not.

 

HEY WELL…

 

pop HAS eaten itself

 

Later:

 

Today, Maggie and I spoke briefly, yet again.  She’s going to hospital on Wednesday to have her infected scar seen to.  Some female attacked her with a bottle in a pub a while ago (before we met) and the scar from the gash in her arm is playing up.  It still has tiny fragments of glass in it.

 

I saw her, finally, last thing, on her bus.  I didn’t want her to leave me this way.  Our time together has been too short and it should have been more.  Despite that, I doubt she could ever mean more.  She jumped off the bus and raced towards me and handed me her address on a crumpled paper napkin.  WHY?it from her with a feeliWHY?awning sadness.  Tears at theWHY?my mind just waiting toWHY?n my cheeks.

 

The poundingDON’T GO!  NOT NOW!my mind and my words would never dissuade her.  Never.  She knew what she wanted and that was that. 

 

‘WHAT WILL YOU DO?  WILL YOU GO NOW?  FOREVER?’ I asked.

 

‘I DON’T KNOW.  I’LL BE IN HOSPITAL ALL NEXT WEEK.  AND THEN, YES, I THINK THAT’S THE END.  I’M NOT COMING BACK.’

 

‘EVER?’ I croaked.

 

‘I’VE GOT SOME THINGS TO COLLECT.  I’LL BE BACK FOR THEM.  THEN THAT’S IT,’ she said, searching my eyes to see what I felt about it all.SHE DOESN’T KNOW

 

I was lost for words.

 

‘I’LL COME IN AND VISIT ON TUESDAYS NOW AND AGAIN, I THINK,’ she aSLIPPING AWAY

 

Some hope, then…

 

‘IT DEPENDS IF I CAN TWIST DAD ‘ROUND MY LITTLE FINGER,’ she giggled and IDON’T SLIP AWAYlaughing a little at the remark

 

‘I’M SURE YOU CAN DO THAT,’ I said.  FOR GOD’S SAKE NOT NOW.

 

‘YES, SO AM I,’ she said, laughingSTOP HER.  FOR GOD’S SAKE.  WHY ARE YOU TURNING TO LEAVE?  BECAUSE YOU’LL CRY IF YOU STAY THERE WITH HER?

 

‘SO THIS IS IT, THDON’T TURN AWAY FROM HER!  YOU LOVE HER!  STOP!  TELL HER!GOODBYE, THEN SHE JUST DOESN’T REALISE her eyes.  This was it.  Farewell.

 

‘BYE,’ she said, sadlyI DREAMT MAGGIE AND I KISSED AND SHE

 

‘BYE.’  What else could I do just then?  I’ll tell you what I could do.  I’ll tell you what I did.  I pulled her close to me, clasping her.  I held her and she held me.  We held each otherSO, MAGGIE, WHAT’S IT TO BE?  WILL

As we finally prised ourselves apart, she smiled.

 

And she turned, with a smile that toldMAGGIE, HAVE YOU FINISHED WITH SIMON YET?know.  ‘TAKE CARE,’ she said, and was gone.DYING TO SEE MAGGIE

 

STOP HER!I turned to my bus bay and waited five full minutes for my busSHE CAME TO SHOW ME THE PHOTOS because I could have spent that time talking to herDOESN’T REALISEno.  And then, with a blast of cloudy leadDIDN’T TELL HERits engine + left the collegeSTOP HER and TOO LATE do nothiGONEit CRYmiss you now, Maggie xxxxxxx

 





 

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