The Play
Right I wrote this the other day, about the fact that when I was at Primary School, I wrote produced and starred in my own plays. My own adaptations of Maid Marion and her Merry Men and The Animals of Farthing Wood. This was pretty amazing achievement considering the learning difficulties that I had and that I couldnt really write at all. But if any of the people on here are a part of the teams who were involved in the series then please dont sew me for Liable because I aint got nothing!
The Play
I walk onto the stage, I was petrified
Scared of the lights that blinded my eyes
Dont worry this is not I will survive
Because we all know the hero never dies.
I was 7 or 8 years old and this was my first production
Hand written, scripted by me and my own fare hands.
Ripping ideas off of other ripped off ideas
But I dont think anyone would want to rip off my ideas
I could feel the lights dazzle me.
I was nervous as this was my big moment
All my plans actions and insecurities rose
This was chance to make some big laughs
I always wanted to be an entertainer.
So this was my big break
This may not have been Hollywood
Or even the West End
But who would want to be in those places when we had Horsley Village Hall
I dont know which one I did first
But its was either Maid Marion and her Merry Men or The Animals of Farthing Wood
I just remember the floor boards creaking as I inched forwards
Past the cardboard scenery.
The whole cast were a raggle taggle bunch of primary school friends
I was always awe struck by people who took to the stage
I became obsessed with being a rock star
Yeah boy, I was going to rock that stage
It was only then that I was hit by the fear factor
I could feel everybody's eyes peel me
And the whirring of the video camera eating me alive
As I nervously juddered out jumbled up words.
All the months planning with my language tutor
Spending hours slaving to get one paragraph done
Clicking my slow thought process in my head
Trying to verbalise every punch line, to make it as surreal as possible
God I even added my own characters
I dont think Smarty Pants was ever in Maid Marion
I wanted to be the next John Cleese
Or a Trevor and Simon
My mum was the narrator
And she also helped over see the set design and booking the village hall
There was a near endless enthusiasm in rehearsals
So I couldnt fault the cast.
Mind you they were only young.
Their performances were note worthy
In rehearsals they were Oscar worthy
But on-stage, they were polarized like rabbits in the headlights
Or atleast I was
Nervously shambling lines as everything was jumbled Mumbo jumbo
It was like the cracks in me being exposed
Still everyone enjoyed it I suppose,
It was amazing how young I was and to show such imaginative pose
Constantly challenging barriers
Fitting with my weird personality.