1st February Two down, one to go

Over the last two weekends TOM and I have been tucking into a right old Pomegranate feast. Not, I should hasten to add, one involving the fruit of a 1000 seeds but rather the delightful little theatre in Chesterfield and their season of Spring plays. 

Pre pandemic we used to enjoy a regular little jolly here to watch some locally procued offerings, a fee touring productions and the occasional National Theatre Live perfromance on the big screen, so it was nice as plan B moved stuttteringly into Plan A that we could recommence our thespian inclinations once again. Performed by a company who's work we have seen before, we knew that we were in for a good evenings entertainment, even if the audience was perhaps a little sparse.

First up a week ago was Funny Money, a dose of Ray Cooney farce magic, in which the consequence of picking up the wrong suitcase (one full of 3/4 million pounds) on a commuter train led to all sorts of rib tickling confusion. So much so that bits of scenery fell off and actors couldn't remember who was who in a tale of multiple identities and deception.

Then last Friday we enjoyed a stage version of the classic Stanley Holloway film 'The Titfield Thunderbolt', featuring an invisible and yet at the same time due to very clever stage design, special effects and the skills of the actors, was indeed very visible to all who were watching. And whilst neither play or individual performance would garner any national stage awards it felt good just to be back doing something that pre pandemic we would have just accepted as normal but which now, after almost two years away, was something of a treat.

Next Friday we have the last in the series of three, for which as early bookers we only had to pay for two, with the bitter sweet comedy, The Rattle of a Simple Man. Tune in to find out whether it was another cracker or if not, well as Meatloaf once memorably sang, two out of three ain't bad!