These things happen

Hmm.

Something better will be along eventually, I should imagine.

I am an award-winning playwright.

The awards ceremony for the Gloucester One Act Play Festival was held this evening. Broadcast and those involved in its occurring had been nominated for six categories:

Best Set
Best Director
Best Actress
Best Actor
Best Original Play
Best Play

In fact, the only categories we weren't nominated for were Best Juvenile Production and Best Supporting Actor/Actress, neither of which we were eligible for anyway as it was an adult cast of two.

I wasn't present at the ceremony due to my recent relocation to Plymouth, but I received regular updates from the cast and the other members of Nailsworth Dramatic Society who had gone along to cheer them on. I expected us to maybe pick up one or two of the awards, seeing as we'd been nominated in so many categories, but to my great astonishment we won the lot. All six. Huzzahs all round, methinks!

I've said it elsewhere, but I am hugely indebted to the members of Nailsworth Dramatic Society who assisted me in all manner of ways to finally get one of my plays off the page and into a theatre at long last. It's been a wonderful experience.

PS - I have a shitty audio recording of the final performance which I shall try and make available to any interested parties just as soon as I've cleaned it up as best I can.

Fats and THE BBC HORSE

During the process of hurriedly packing up all my worldly possessions (again, again) I came across a couple of brief narratives culled and assembled from various sources (a similar style of composition was employed for the text for the Jackanory performance embedded in my previous post). I think I was planning on making a habit of these, but life, as ever, blah blah blah. Anyway, I certainly wouldn't rule out the possibility that more may still happen eventually.

This one is basically still intact (I think), but the other one needs some patching up. Anyway, I thought I'd share it before I went back to the dreary task of decanting the contents my flat into a new one far far away.



And, should you be having difficulty in accessing the image, here's the text all typed-up like:


Fats and THE BBC HORSE

Can you Use a bank note to KEEP A HEDGEHOG HAPPY Mr. Crawford?

You try Miss Allnut "I'm an awful duffer at this sort of thing, .Each of the Adjustable lamps under his eyes turned into a yellowish-green liquid and one of them appears to have a foot he said

Miss Allnut Jumps 15 separate jumps which no canvas could withstand in pursuit of
Tradition
Judgement
Liberty
Nature
Character
Style
Duty
Chance
Common Sense
Hope
Civilization
Evidence
Money
Force
Energy
Art
Life
Genius
Moral
Unity
State
Will
Analogy
Category
Space
Time
Love
Value
Form
and gas permeable elbows made from yeast

Here we have 100 nuts in five bowls. declared Mr. Scott a soft yet crisp fungus which has to be removed by surgery
His Tarry, beefy nose was Harmonius and long with a fairly broad tip and a traditional Chinese ink stand in its salmon-pink Spode cones Miss Allnut and Mr. Scott look misty, as though they will flutter and rearrange DRESDEN During the course of a canoeing holiday,

Mr. Crawford, decays quickly of scurvy- and of newspaper and of drought, telegraph poles and several diseases,

you can overcome this, by cutting your own meat although Crawford is compressed from the earthy, dead-still air.

More vim vom vimeo!

I told you I'd get round to it eventually...

In which we extract some honey from a bag of flour from David Beris Edwards on Vimeo.

And, whilst we're at it:

Jackanory from David Beris Edwards on Vimeo.

A film from the past

I wrote and shot this (with the invaluable assistance of Miss Waterfowl) in a couple of hours not long after I got my camera. For innumerable reasons it is only now that I have finally finished editing it. Anyway, t'is done, t'is done. You can view it all nicely embedded here, thus:

8 Jokes from David Beris Edwards on Vimeo.

Or, failing that, follow this link a-here, thus.

Playtime!

I suppose I might as well mention here that a short one-act play of mine will be performed later this month at the King's Theatre in Gloucester as part of the local one act play festival.

I've been working with the wonderfully generous, accommodating and talented folks at Nailsworth Dramatic Society to put together this silly little production. Here's a little poster with details and whatnot:




I hope you can be there, at least in spirit.

Lost & Found

Eleanor's clearing her desk right now. She's just handed me an old, crumpled envelope with my handwriting on one side. Apparently at some time in the before-now I wrote the following two poems. The first didn't have a title (rather unusually, as I often start with the title these days) so I've given it a somewhat unimaginative one for now. Other than that I've changed practically nothing in either.

Things I Have Seen

I've seen a fire engine.
Its red hands were clasped in a gesture of horrible anticipation.

I've seen a blade of grass.
No one was looking so it probably got away with it.

I've seen an old window.
"Too wooden," said the giant tortoise underneath, "far too blue and wooden."

I've seen a modern rock band.
They sang about anal sex and synthetic textiles.

I've seen a wasp.
It was carrying a dead shoe in its claws.

I've seen 14 other things as well,
but they're not quite so consistently engaging.


A Chant for Mellotrons

CHAFFERY
SLIPINCH
SPOOLESS
CORDLING
FUCKFUCK
FUCKFUCK
FON-DLED