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pensnestThomas the Tank Engine (or a Brio approximation of same) does stunts. Awesome!
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I went to visitnopseud at the beginning of the week, so that we might venture up to Nottingham together to see Queen & Adam Lambert in concert. I am pleased to be able to approve of Adam's outfits, which featured a Great Deal of glitter (although perhaps not quite enough leather). The pink suit was a thing of beauty. And the lighting people had been earning their salaries. The place was packed, with sedentary and calm people, but I think everybody had a good time.
We also went to Bath for a day, to check out next year's Camp Sparkle house, the Christmas Market, and the bus system. I was, I thought, quite restrained in my Market purchases, and would happily have spent a lot longer there, but then. Plenty of time to shop next June. And I know there is a fine yarn shop, because I've been there before.
Now I'm home again, and fretting over the nonexistent ticket sales for our concert on Saturday. Nothing I can do, as everything I could think of, I have done. I did calculate that if every member of chorus could sell just four tickets, we'd have a splendid audience and would easily make a profit. But it seems that my experience as a member of a theatre group doesn't really translate—a lot of the chorus members seem quite reluctant to sell tickets. And, I suppose, given that our vocabulary of songs does not change that fast, most of their nearest and dearest have already heard everything we do. At least with a theatre group the material being presented is different every time.
Oh well. I shouldn't feel responsible, or guilty, given that it was not my decision to put on a concert in the run-up to Christmas in a gigantic hall with at least three times the capacity of any venue we've ever performed in. But I still do, and it makes me queasy.
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For the Sparkly Campers, I'm about to put another post up on the community.
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I went to visit
nopseud at the beginning of the week, so that we might venture up to Nottingham together to see Queen & Adam Lambert in concert. I am pleased to be able to approve of Adam's outfits, which featured a Great Deal of glitter (although perhaps not quite enough leather). The pink suit was a thing of beauty. And the lighting people had been earning their salaries. The place was packed, with sedentary and calm people, but I think everybody had a good time.We also went to Bath for a day, to check out next year's Camp Sparkle house, the Christmas Market, and the bus system. I was, I thought, quite restrained in my Market purchases, and would happily have spent a lot longer there, but then. Plenty of time to shop next June. And I know there is a fine yarn shop, because I've been there before.
Now I'm home again, and fretting over the nonexistent ticket sales for our concert on Saturday. Nothing I can do, as everything I could think of, I have done. I did calculate that if every member of chorus could sell just four tickets, we'd have a splendid audience and would easily make a profit. But it seems that my experience as a member of a theatre group doesn't really translate—a lot of the chorus members seem quite reluctant to sell tickets. And, I suppose, given that our vocabulary of songs does not change that fast, most of their nearest and dearest have already heard everything we do. At least with a theatre group the material being presented is different every time.
Oh well. I shouldn't feel responsible, or guilty, given that it was not my decision to put on a concert in the run-up to Christmas in a gigantic hall with at least three times the capacity of any venue we've ever performed in. But I still do, and it makes me queasy.
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For the Sparkly Campers, I'm about to put another post up on the community.