Well, OK, Elliot Carver is actually a fictional character from a James Bond movie played by Jonathan Pryce, but you tell me they're not lookie-likies!
I went to see the much-celebrated Agatha Christie whodunnit Mousetrap at Leeds Grand last week. At 41-years, I was a somewhat 'young' member of the audience and, dare I say, the 'ambiance' of the dress circle made me think of Blanche Dubois' famous line in A Streetcar Named Desire, 'the smell of cheap perfume is penetrating'. Sorry, that's not much good as a review is it? I think my mum summed it up when she admitted she only wanted to see what all the fuss, and 60-year historic West End run, was about. It's stood the test of time in some respects, with great cast and production values in this touring performance, but I think, when the Rights become available, it would be better placed as a village hall am-dram.
My theatre trip followed a couple of days in Wales, including a trot up Mount Snowden, followed by three days of staggering around in agony!
Here's my White Waters Country Hotel review......
You know you're in a cheap hotel when the stir and tap of 'tea spoon on coffee cup' in the next room is your wake up call. Or perhaps the parrot in reception was another sign. And you know it's a Groupon deal when having a shower, hanging clothes and walking down a corridor are chargeable 'supplements'.
Mind you, the hotel did have a spa of sorts (oooh posh, I thought), although I think their definition of 'spa' and mine are two very different things.
But we decided to make use of the over-sized bath. There being just the two of us in the spa, I became, dare I say, carefree and, well, positively risque! Clearly thinking I was on an 18-30 holiday or Big Brother, I cheekily decided a quick flash was in order before I joined my hubby in the bubbles.
Chuckling away to myself at my own recklessness, it became like a scene from a low budget family sit-com when I looked up and spotted the all-seeing, all-winking red eye of the CCTV camera and remembered the bank of screens in the reception area. Red-faced, I restored my respectable tankini to its rightful position and submerged myself under the water in haste.
(That tale is a bit like watching an episode of Embarrassing Bodies and observing that nobody who is genuinely 'embarrassed' would go on national TV and show their bits!)
My 'gaff of the week' is not a Teddy-tale this time, it is my incredibly intelligent, well-read and worldly-wise friend. Intelligent, well-read and worldly-wise she may undoubtedly be, but clearly the difference between blue and green is an area she needs to work on! Not really a problem day to day I suppose. However, at a school event is another thing, especially when she leaps out of her seat and skips to the raffle prize table in front of a hundred fellow mums brandishing the winning number on her blue ticket, only to be told it's actually green (and therefore not a winner)!
(Hey mate, at least (hopefully) only a parrot saw my boob!)
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| Come on slow coach, just another 1,000ft to go! |
