Wel mae’n ddydd Gwener bois and what a busy few weeks it’s been. I’m all danced out and I’ve had visitors galore {a massive diolch to Jamie, Rob, Aimee, Ema and Mr Mengo for popping over to say hello}.
I bumped into Darius James this morning (Artistic Director, Independent Ballet Wales) as they’re performing in the Lilian Baylis Studio tonight and tomorrow evening. They’re a wonderful company who produce some really innovative Welsh work; their current piece is based on the Llyn y Fan Fach legend which you can see in the Weston Studio on the 20th November. It’s fantastic to see a Welsh company performing at Sadler’s Wells; it fills me with a smiley sense of pride. Hyfryd.
I’ve managed to see some interesting performances recently, one by Tanztheater Wuppertal (Pina Bausch’s Company) and another this week by Ballet Rambert, both of which left me feeling slightly disappointed {I think I ‘bigged them up’ too much beforehand}. There were parts of both productions that excited and stimulated my senses but I really haven’t had that ‘wow’ feeling since Alvin Ailey. Which is one of the reasons I’m gutted that I won’t be able to see Random Dance’s new production Far next week {although luckily Simon, one of our Associate Producers, had already booked his tickets, so at least someone can comment on it}. It looks the business, or is that me ‘bigging it up’ too much again? Here's a taster.
The reason I’m going to miss it is because I’ll be working as Tour Manager for Sadler’s Wells Presents in St. Pölten, Austria. The production looks awesome; there are some truly brilliant performances here, just take a look. I would love to programme something similar at the Centre at some point; an exciting and eclectic mix of predominantly UK based companies and artists. What do you think?
And as for me, well I’ve settled into the London life surprisingly easily {touching many wooden things}, although I’m not getting out and about as much I hoped. I had dreams of spending time meandering around museums and galleries, walking wearing hat, scarf and mittens along the South Bank taking in the sights while sipping a cinnamon Starbucks… In reality I’ve made it Westfield and bought socks from H&M. Looser.
You like this one… My other ‘alf and I enjoyed a very funny meal at The Ivy recently {I know, who the heel do I think I am eh?}. We were out celebrating and discovered this nearby bar that served £3 cocktails. Now for that price I wasn’t expecting much but a few drinks later we realised the generosity of the bar staff. Wowsers! We had to order 2 baskets of bread just to help soak it up, if you know what I mean. Needless to say the rest of the night became a bit of a farce. There was so much balsamic vinegar splashed across the table cloth it looked like a chess board, although we cannily placed our glasses, napkins and cutlery to disguise the mess we’d made; it looked like we were playing battleships. I realised that my day to day agile use of a knife and fork was far less dexterous than usual as my fumbling Jack the Ripper hands slashed through a knob of butter only to see it fly across the dining room. OMG beetroot red. You can take the boy out of Swansea… So so embarrassed but giggles galore {Stick to Pizza Express Gareth}.
By the way, if you’re looking for somewhere mega-mega nice to eat in London, try The Palmerston in Dulwich. Ema and I went last week and I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve had such an amazing meal, like ever.
Ok, well that's enough for now. I hope you're all well.
I bumped into Darius James this morning (Artistic Director, Independent Ballet Wales) as they’re performing in the Lilian Baylis Studio tonight and tomorrow evening. They’re a wonderful company who produce some really innovative Welsh work; their current piece is based on the Llyn y Fan Fach legend which you can see in the Weston Studio on the 20th November. It’s fantastic to see a Welsh company performing at Sadler’s Wells; it fills me with a smiley sense of pride. Hyfryd.
I’ve managed to see some interesting performances recently, one by Tanztheater Wuppertal (Pina Bausch’s Company) and another this week by Ballet Rambert, both of which left me feeling slightly disappointed {I think I ‘bigged them up’ too much beforehand}. There were parts of both productions that excited and stimulated my senses but I really haven’t had that ‘wow’ feeling since Alvin Ailey. Which is one of the reasons I’m gutted that I won’t be able to see Random Dance’s new production Far next week {although luckily Simon, one of our Associate Producers, had already booked his tickets, so at least someone can comment on it}. It looks the business, or is that me ‘bigging it up’ too much again? Here's a taster.
The reason I’m going to miss it is because I’ll be working as Tour Manager for Sadler’s Wells Presents in St. Pölten, Austria. The production looks awesome; there are some truly brilliant performances here, just take a look. I would love to programme something similar at the Centre at some point; an exciting and eclectic mix of predominantly UK based companies and artists. What do you think?
And as for me, well I’ve settled into the London life surprisingly easily {touching many wooden things}, although I’m not getting out and about as much I hoped. I had dreams of spending time meandering around museums and galleries, walking wearing hat, scarf and mittens along the South Bank taking in the sights while sipping a cinnamon Starbucks… In reality I’ve made it Westfield and bought socks from H&M. Looser.
You like this one… My other ‘alf and I enjoyed a very funny meal at The Ivy recently {I know, who the heel do I think I am eh?}. We were out celebrating and discovered this nearby bar that served £3 cocktails. Now for that price I wasn’t expecting much but a few drinks later we realised the generosity of the bar staff. Wowsers! We had to order 2 baskets of bread just to help soak it up, if you know what I mean. Needless to say the rest of the night became a bit of a farce. There was so much balsamic vinegar splashed across the table cloth it looked like a chess board, although we cannily placed our glasses, napkins and cutlery to disguise the mess we’d made; it looked like we were playing battleships. I realised that my day to day agile use of a knife and fork was far less dexterous than usual as my fumbling Jack the Ripper hands slashed through a knob of butter only to see it fly across the dining room. OMG beetroot red. You can take the boy out of Swansea… So so embarrassed but giggles galore {Stick to Pizza Express Gareth}.
By the way, if you’re looking for somewhere mega-mega nice to eat in London, try The Palmerston in Dulwich. Ema and I went last week and I can honestly say I don’t think I’ve had such an amazing meal, like ever.
Ok, well that's enough for now. I hope you're all well.
Penwythnos hapus iawn i chi.
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