I Remember

I remember when people used to get along

But something somewhere went drastically wrong

Now people are aggressive and want to fight

Is it too hard to try and put things right?

I remember when people cared for their community

Now fragmented and no time to show unity

Saying good morning to a neighbour is in the past

Can we change?  Can we change fast?

I remember being shown by adults how to behave

Morals and standards I’ll take to my grave

There doesn’t seem to be the respect around anymore

Thus crime and abuse has continued to sore

I remember spending time with family for special days

To a field or beach with a ball and everyone plays

Families now working 7 days a week, no longer together

Children at home on gadgets, no matter what the weather

I remember being grateful for getting some pocket money

Now if it’s less that £10 children look at you funny

We have to move forward but take something from the past

Or the world that was once loved will definitely not last

Cloud Nine

I’ve got this feeling

A feeling I have not felt before

When I see you

The sea has finally found the shore

We walk together

My beaming smile I can not hide

You said goodbye

A small part of me slowly died

Chorus

You make me feel like I’m on cloud nine

You touched my hand; I took that as a sign

I’m standing here at the front of the line

One day I know you’ll be mine

You make me feel like I’m on cloud nine

When there is darkness you continue to shine

One day I know you’ll be mine

You make me feel like I’m on cloud nine

When I see you

I sometimes don’t know what to say

Later I text you

And our flirting is underway

We head out

And I’m as proud as can be

We carve our names

In the bark of our favourite tree

Bridge

If my heart was worth a million pounds

I’d give it to you for free

We have a voice

You’ve been suffering for far too long

You see your weakness but you are strong

Life has been hard, there is no point lying

Together as one; there’s no denying

When others walked I stood with you

Strength in numbers through and through

Walls were built and we slowly climbed over

We’ll keep fighting, this isn’t over

Chorus

We have a voice

A voice to be heard

A voice we’ll use

Even when we’re scared

We’ll stand side to side

When others will leave

We have a voice

We’ll fight for what we believe

There were times when it was hard

This fight others would discard

Knowing we had each others backs

Kept us together on the same tracks

We won’t give up; we won’t rest

Strong enough to conquer our quest

Join our journey and begin to fight

Fight for what we believe is right

Bridge

We all have a voice that comes from deep within

We refuse to lose; our voice will win

One Night Only

 I hadn’t heard from you in an age

Suddenly a message out the blue

An easy way in to begin to engage

Your initial message a way in for you

You asked how I had been doing

Searching for a specific answer

I asked you the same

You told me you just split from a dancer

Chorus

Give me one night to prove it

One night to prove it

One night to prove my love

All I need is one night to prove it

One night to prove it

One night to prove my love

You know how I feel about you

We’ve been down this road before

Every couple of months

You come knocking at my door

Not wanting to come in

But knowing I’m always there

I‘ve told you time and time again

How much I really care

Bridge

One day you’ll come knocking and I won’t be around

It will only take one night

To make you laugh out loud

Laughter is all I have

As I don’t stand out in the crowd

But with you things will be different

I’d stand six feet tall

People will notice me with you

Just make that one call

Peter Pan - At Epstein Theatre

Peter Pan - At Epstein Theatre

Wow! They say save the best for last and we certainly did! Saturday morning, I took my nieces to see the latest offering from Panto season – Peter Pan at the Epstein Theatre.  Now I’ve seen many pantomimes over the years, each one slightly different, giving their own slant on a traditional or familiar story but this production was summed up perfectly by both my nieces ‘It was the best ever’.

It begins with the only way a Panto involving Claire Simmo can begin, glitter, glitter and more glitter.  I think she has a contract with some glitter company but nothing has been confirmed!  She sparkles on to the stage giving the audience the perfect start - full of life, full of personality and full of sparkly!

We are then taken into a dance routine with the young dance troupe, who never let down any of the dance routines they did, and there were quite a few.  The dance routines were very well choreographed and to give that much effort after 20 odd shows is a credit to the team.  Shortly afterwards, we see the beautiful Joanne Harper as Wendy.  Joanne has an unbelievable singing voice and demonstrates how good it is on several occasions.  How she keeps singing while flying through the air is a testament to her singing strength. I had never seen Joanne perform before and I’m delighted to say I would definitely see her again, especially if she is singing.  She is soon followed on stage by another new performer for me, Lewis Pryor or Peter Pan has he was better known. He again is a strong performer who looks so natural on stage and had very good chemistry with Wendy (Joanne).  He mastered flying through the air and even managed to give us a summersault. 

Of course, no pantomime is great unless the baddie is great and Dane Bowers proved to be a hit. He certainly took the bad guy routine up ‘Another Level’.  His side kick, Smee,  gets a special mention for this performance as he was only asked to fill the role in the early hours of the morning and boy did he do a great job and squirting my nieces with water was, of course, an added bonus!

Every pantomime should have a dame character but in Peter Pan there isn’t one.  Not a problem for this production – create your own character.  I’m not going to lie to you but I loved Dame Betty, played by Michael Chapman.  In some productions, the dame can look too much like a woman.  This was not the case for Dame Betty, who was clearly a man.  He worked the jokes brilliantly.  The jokes were predictive, poor (Like they should be) and sometimes very risky!  Michael delivered them with a charm and the accent worked brilliantly with the manly walk!

Last but certainly not least, Tiger Lily, played by Georgia Austin.  Georgia can sing, dance and act and I would like to see her in more challenging roles.  There is something about scouse timing when delivering lines and Georgia delivers her lines with real sassiness!

If this was the standard for the Christmas Pantomime, then I would urge you all to book your tickets now for their Easter pantomime.  One of the best things I like to see is the fun the cast have on stage.  They made the audience feel part of the show and I don’t care what anyone says, there is something magical about pantomimes and this was certainly magical!

Thank you

Darren Partington

A New Year (War is over tune)

Start of a new year

Let’s learn from the past

No more hate around us

Why not give love a blast

And so it’s a new year

A time for a change

Our love should only last

One world for all

Here is hope for the future

At the start of the year

We can’t go on like this

Pray for love not fear

And this is a new year (Love will conquer)

For good and for bad (If we want it)

Positive not negative (Love will conquer)

Be happy not sad (Now)

And this is a new year (Love will conquer)

For culture and race (If we want it)

For young and for old (Love will conquer)

The world a better place (Now)

Here is hope for the future

At the start of the year

We can’t go on like this

Pray for love not fear

Start of a new year (Love will conquer)

Let’s learn from the past (If we want it)

No more hate around us (Love will conquer)

Why not give love a blast (Now)

And so it’s a new year (Love will conquer)

A time for a change (If we want it)

Our love should only last (Love will conquer)

One world for all (Now)

Here is hope for the future

At the start of the year

We can’t go on like this

Pray for love not fear

Christmas Eve

It’s Christmas Eve and Santa’s on his way

Ready to surprise you, on that special day

Children are restless, they head up to bed

Presents all wrapped, one more story is read

One more hug and they close their eyes

You sneak down stairs, set out the mince pies

You slump on the couch, knowing your work is done

You’ve done your best, for your daughter and son

The tiredness kicks in, your time to head up

You bite the mice pie, drink milk from the cup

Lay on your bed, no one to be seen

The door bursts open, has he been?

A magical time, it’s great they believe

A special time, It’s Christmas Eve!

Over thinking

It four o’clock in morning and my mind is racing away

Over taking my body, the night slowly turns to day

I pour myself a drink and slump in my favourite chair

Tears frozen like icicles in the cold midnight air

The silence of the room filled with the ticking clock

My hear wants to speak but my head puts up a block

Chorus

Over thinking thoughts

They always play at night

Replaying in my mind

From darkness to light

Over thinking thoughts

Keeping me awake

What do I have to gain?

Our love is at stake

It started with a message it took you hours to reply

I asked you a question, you told me a lie

What did I do?  Why are you playing a game?

How can I love you when you don’t feel the same?

The sun is rising and the rain slowly begins to fall

My over thinking thoughts have hit an imaginary wall

Bridge

I want to try and forgive you but I don’t know when

So tomorrow comes and so does the over thinking again

A Dancing Heart

A Dancing Heart

She turned away and the world suddenly looked completely different.  The once evergreen trees now washed in battleship grey.  The houses in the distance drained of life.  No hope.  No future.  The life I was used to ripped apart and the only partner I now have - loneliness.  How did it get to this?  Could I have done something different?

When did it all start?  If I’m honest I don’t know.  Maybe that was the problem.  I didn’t pay her enough attention. I didn’t listen.  I was too busy planning for our future that I forgot the present.  Too bust trying to please work and move up the ladder that I forgot the most important thing in the world to me – Hannah.  She was perfect.  I only ever had eyes for her.  If I’m honest, I have only ever loved her.  That feeling when we first met.  The butterflies inside.  The not knowing if I was going to get a second date. And then our first kiss.  The moment our lips touched, the moment we became one, the moment I stopped being ‘I’ and started being ‘us’.  I needed to win her heart again!

As my mind began to listen to my heart, I knew what I had to do.  I knew I had to show her how much she meant to me, how much I loved her.  She was a fan of old MGM movies.  A simple gesture was needed - a song and a dance.  How she loved to dance.  She was elegant across the dance floor.  Flawless in her movement – beautiful!

Through a friend, I asked her if she would meet me.  She agreed, thankfully.  I asked her to meet me in the place where we first met, the ballroom, an old building with character and charm.  A cold winters night outside but inside I was hoping for a warm reception. 

I stood silent in the middle of the blackened dance floor.  As she stepped inside, a spotlight struck.  She stood there, a picture of beauty.  She called out my name.  A spotlight hit me.  She walked towards me.  Every step she took, I missed a breath.  Not knowing what would happen next.  I played this moment in my mind so many times and it always ended differently.  How would this end? 

As Hannah’s spotlight touch mine, the music softly began to play.  She looked at me and I looked at her.  Our eyes met and a smile took over my hopeless face.  This was our song; this was our dance. Almost instantly, we moved our bodies closer to one another and began to move like we had done many years before.  I was transported back to a happier time, a time when life meant more to me than work.  We glided around the dance floor, laughing, smiling, like two people in love once more. Tonight I realised what life meant to me – Hannah!

Snow White and the seven dwarfs

St Helens Theatre Royal

Snow White and the seven dwarfs

Review: 6^th December 2017

It is that time of year again! (Oh no it isn’t) Snow White comes along to the Theatre Royal in St Helens until 14^th January 2018.  This production has all the usual charm and enthusiasm that I have seen in previous pantomimes at the theatre but for one special moment!  I’ll tell you more on that later (I know the suspense is unbearable). 

The shows begin with the introduction of the mirror, and one of the stars, Jonny Vegas!  He was introduced by the resident dame but now wicked queen, Simon Foster.  Simon did his usual good job working the audience but I have to admit I much prefer him as a nicer dame as this gives him more license to work around the script.  Following was the ‘Star’ of the show, Lucy-Jo Hudson.  She breezed on to the stage and glided across it perfectly in every dance she performed.  If Disney was to cast Snow White, then Lucy-Jo would surely be in contention.  She works the stage and interacts with all the cast from dancers to the Prince superbly. 

Snow White’s side kick was of course Muddles, played by the fantastic Lewis Devine.  I had never seen Lewis perform before and I have to say it was a pleasure to watch him.  He is an all rounder, which is unusual in the theatre these days.  He can sing, dance, act and do impressions!  He worked so hard every time he was on stage to keep the audience on their toes and his interaction, again, top draw!  Playing the Prince was another performer I had not seen before, Jack Rigby.  He had great chemistry on stage with Lewis and I think more could have been made with the humour between these two characters, particularly the horse scene.  Again, I was pleasantly surprised with his performance and a perfect match for Lucy-Jo.  The last remaining main character was Herman the Henchman, Richard Hazlewood.  Richard played he role wonderfully especially working the audience when they didn’t respond to his dagger! 

A special deserved mention for the choreography in the show.  Every time I visit this theatre, I am always impressed with the dancers and the choreography.  The only thing I would mention that could be discussed was when Snow White was singing and being lifted around the stage. The sets were simple but very effective and the changes seamless. 

I’ve saved the best for last (the anticipation is over).  The 3D effects were absolutely amazing.  The children’s reaction to each and every one was worth the admission alone.  This was definitely a high but I don’t want to spoil it!

The show, for me, was a tad long and feel some of the younger children and young performers may be struggling tomorrow.

I’m a massive fan of live theatre and believe everyone should go and support local theatres so I urge you to get yourself down to the Theatre Royal, you won’t be disappointed! 

Who’s there?

As the time was approaching, my mind was racing.  What do I say?  How do I say it? How will we react? I began to slowly rock back and forth on the rocking chair my grand father used to sit at in his later years.  I was surrounded by loved ones but felt alone in my thoughts.  The mumbling of voices filled the air and I sat there not listening, staring out at the flowers my mother planted before her untimely death. 

My eyes closed and I’m back to when I was five, playing with my train set in front of the fire.  A smile sneaks up on my face.  I can almost smell the cigar smoke drift through the open windows from a familiar face.  I can hear the old, battered lawn mower break down once more and the usual coaxing that followed to resuscitate it one more time. 

The door bell rang.  An uneasy silence surrounded me as I slowly opened my eyes and brought my rocking to a halt.  A deep breath.  The drumming of my heartbeat began to double, a paradiddle followed.  I took a moment to stand and then began to take small, purposeful steps towards the door.  As the silence continued, each step echoed around the small hall way, reverberating off the uneven walls.

Another ring on the bell, I could see the outline of a figure standing behind the patterned glass.  My hand shook as I struggled to turn the key anticlockwise in the door.  I opened the door to a noise that wouldn’t be out of place in a horror movie from the 1960’s.  A smile welcomed me and a voice said, ‘Hello Jack’.

A Chance Meeting

An unusual crowd appeared.  A slow scanning of the blurred faces and then stop!  A vision of beauty so clear, leaving an instant photograph in my mind.  You turned away without a thought, unknowing you had attracted my attention.   I meander through the ever increasing crowd, quickly scanning once more.  I see the back of your hat, sporting what could be your team, with your blond hair peeking out from underneath.  I quicken my pace as you have stopped to talk.  Is this man your husband? 

I decide that I need to speak to you.  I have to act on this feeling inside, a feeling I’ve not experienced before.  Not sure what it is or why it is there but something deep down in my soul is telling me that this is right.  Am I crazy for believing? Have I watched too many 1950’s movies? I’m now living my own.

 

The girl moves on.  The heat is pouring from the sun.  She decides to embrace it and place her sunglasses on her now perfect face.  I’ve now began to walk quicker, quicker in the hope I can catch her.  What will I do when I do catch her?  The process begins to unravel in my head and I begin to have the self doubt that has haunted me in previous relationships.  My quick steps become slower with every thought.  The realisation that this never happens outside of the movie theatres, suddenly hit me. 

She paused.  Turned around and began to walk straight towards me.  I froze.  I wanted to move but I couldn’t.  Our paths were now the stage and the lights were firmly fixed on us.  The crowd slowly parted. The path now clear, her eyes fixed on me and my eyes fixed on her.  This was the moment.  This was our moment.  The moment the MGM movie became real.  My throat was dry.  She smiled.  I smiled back.  A simple ‘Hi’ told me everything I needed to know.