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Rowdies Going Down the Pub
I’ve been thinking recently about how good the sitcom Cheers was back in its heyday, it broke the perception that going down the boozer was something typically English and in the US you don’t get the same community spirit. Similar with Moe’s bar in the Simpsons, the US has a parallel ethos, your local watering… Read more
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Saddle Up! Devizes Most Prestigious Festival Steps Up Their Game
Your creative sorts usually appreciate music, but, stereotypically, entertainment for “sporty-types” would rather be waving fists and hurling abuse at a team projected to them via a widescreen TV, seemingly oblivious; television is a one-way communication devise. It’s not until someone puts “Eye of the Tiger,” on a jukebox, or Bonnie Tyler croaks she’s holding… Read more
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10 Week Acting Course with Swindon’s Shoebox Theatre, for ages 13-15
Just because my acting resume ended with my Shakin’ Stevens impersonation at my Cub Scout pack holiday talent show, that’s no excuse for you. You can discover your talent at the wonderful Shoebox Theatre in Swindon. Young people interested in performing arts, from thirteen to fifteen year olds, can enrol now for acting classes. … Read more
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Shuffling in Swindon
Swindon Shuffle has been mouthed around my earshot recently, whazat? Some kind of euphemism? Nope it’s Swindon’s longest running contemporary music festival; been ‘appening since 2006. It now consists of four days of original live music spread over Swindon’s finest music venues, much of it locally sourced, and it’s free entry to the whole shebang!… Read more
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Wharf Theatre Brings Local Playwriter’s “Broken Wing” to Life
Zara is therapist to a sixteen year old refugee, trying to come to terms with the brutal horrors of war. Her own adopted daughter of the same age is dealing with her ‘inner’ conflict. As the characters of the two girls, Layee and Thea, emerge, they tell not only their own stories but each other’s,… Read more
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OwlFest, and a Supreme Village for Live Music
Argh, seen one Wiltshire village, seen ‘em all, so they say. Who be “they” anyway? Course they all seem the bleedin’ same from the angle of a flippin’ Costa Coffee cup, while belting through at eighty miles per bleedin’ hour, texting about the far more important place they be pretending to be? Who do they… Read more
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