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Well, here it is, officially… the short play, Telling by Me and Marilyn Messenger was one of 3 winning plays and will be performed at the Theatre By The Lake, Keswick, on October 20th.  Did you spot the link? It’s there, and here, if you see what I mean….Perhaps I’ll see you there!

Ah! A beer in Vetters Bar in Heidelberg, just off the Haupt Strasse at the Cathedral end. Bliss.

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BHD has a couple of Flash Fictions in #5 of the Black Market re-View. You can access it here

– a mathematics teacher: ‘Remember you are the cream, you are the top two percent.’ ‘those of us who are not built for speed can support those who are’. It never crossed his mind (sic) to suggest that those not built for Art (of any stripe) should support those who were. This bully had a neat head swipe, delivered from a standing position, facing his, always shorter, victim. It was fast, painful and caught the back the skull – a nice strike against an unresisting target. I would love to have seen him try it on a black belt karate, or even Judo Master, but sadly, never did.

– a geography teacher: ‘never be an urchin’ (frequently delivered from a virtually supine position, slumped to chin on his desk – klosetedeckelhorizont springs to mind). In conversation once he intimated that he had not heard of plate tectonics – which was not on the syllabus. He called me a liar once, because he could.

– a Latin Master: ‘A little unfairness goes a long way.’ ‘You’re not here to think.’ The latter summed up the ethos of the entire school at that time I think, except for the English Department. He boasted that he could tell you which lesson he had delivered – from Ridout (?) The Latin Way, for every week of his teaching career at the school.  Rule of Thumb saying at Charlotte Mason College of Education during my time there: Where there has been NO LEARNING there has been NO TEACHING. The saving, human grace was his childlike enthusiasm for passing airliners, which he would run from one side of the classroom to the other to watch. I like to think that he dreamed of an escape from what must have been as unpleasant an experience for him as it was for us – well, certainly for me!

Staff generally: BGS was a football school. The football in question was ellipsoidal. This led to conversations in which any knowledge of a team called, for example, Manchester United, would be denied, until a revelatory exclamation of ‘oh! You mean soccer!’ could be deployed.

‘Tug’ – I never asked what he tugged. ‘I don’t want to know your christian name. This isn’t a girl’s school!’

My shame is that I didn’t resist more vigorously. Never Forget. And also remember, you have no authority to forgive. £50 million?

 

One of Me’s poems is Guesting on the Acumen poetry website at the moment. Why not take a look! Here.

 

 

On the other hand, you could click on the Just Giving page and donate for his 15 mile hike in aid of The British Heart Foundation…in the vicinity of Hadrian’s Wall, on May 20th. Here.

 

 

You could do both, I suppose!

This seems to be simmering along nicely……

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There is something I find immensely satisfying about watching an adaptation after having read the original story – and something that is more satisfying when the two are tackled in that order. For one thing that we might find an adaptation to be is a window onto someone else’s ‘reading’ of that original story.

Of course, it might be also, or instead, an appropriation, or even a misappropriation of the story for purposes of which the original author might not have been aware, and in which he or she would have made no investment. My interest in such adaptations is not solely due to irritation at their lack of fidelity to the original. The film version of, for example, No Country For Old Men, appears to be so faithful that it can be of no use whatsoever, except for those unable to read, or too lazy to imagine the images that McCarthy’s words evoke – and, of course, for the money it takes!

Beyond concerns over fidelity is the fascination with how a re-telling of apparently similar events, or a re-imaging of the events that apparently similar characters might take part in, can lead to an entirely new story.

It was stumbling upon such adaptations that led me, over many years, to write the essays that make up the book Take Two, How Adaptation Changes Stories, which you can find on Amazon, here.

Dammit (Janit!)..They’ve talked me into another one…This time it’s a fifteen mile loop along and around a section of Hadrian’s Wall (remember the Romans? They were the bad guys, whatever they did for us – because they did for us too, for about 400 years…which means they weren’t quite as good at being bad as the Norman-French, who are still doing, and will celebrate their thousand years of doing it in a few years time!)

This time it’s in aid of The British Heart Foundation – who are the GOOD GUYS – and you can donate, should you wish to sponsor me, here!

I had a couple of stents put in a few years ago, so know a small amount about hearts (and I’m a poet – of sorts!) It’s a great operation, and I got to watch it live on TV, but the adverts were lousy. If you didn’t give there, why not give here – which is, in fact, the same place!

Ah! A beer in Vetters Bar in Heidelberg, just off the Haupt Strasse at the Cathedral end. Bliss.

 

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Why not take an hour to watch how the British Establishment go about their business, with the excellent ‘Waitangi – What Really Happened.

What are you doing here, today of all days? And a very happy Christmas, by the way, from BHDandMe. Wanna read a story? Here’s  Liars League’s Top Ten Stories of their First Ten Years, and BHD’s Hecho A Mano, the filthiest story he ever wrote (up to now), in among ’em!