Tuesday, November 18, 2014

A Play With Words.

The Riddled Amateur Dramatic Societies Christmas Special this year is "Any Fule Knows or Ye Merry Adventures of Fule Not Luking Bak in Angre" by John Osborne
Here we the see The Fule (Smut Clyde in an award winning hat) talking to Mr Sausage Maker (myself ) and pulling a groat out of his ear. This sets up the first major joke of the evening when Mr Sausage Maker says "Do not nanny me sir, it's my groat and not yours, groper!" There will be an intermission to allow the laughter to subside. Yes, they are nice rocks on the ground. Evangeline van Holsterin's vile cousin Throgmorton got them from a man he knows. 

 Then in a largely allegorical episode the Fule takes up Nordic skiing and getting one leg stuck in a warp in the fabric of space and time. He escapes from the grip of space time whatsit by shouting "Hawk Nax" which becomes an audience interaction thing for when The Fule is in trouble.

Moving on to the sing-along section of the play The Fule wanders the streets playing his bagpipes trying to earn money but people just throw more musical instruments at him in a post-modern sort of thing than John Osborne is full of it about  has as a theme in many works. The second big laugh of the night happens here when someone yells "You can't play that, try this!"

After he has sold the instruments The Fule tries to set up a hairdressing salon where the clients are not impressed by having to be blindfolded. See Miss Dainty (Evangeline van Holsterin) saying "Not a short back and sides or I'll have your gizzards and weigh them out ". "Ooer missus" says The Fule in his trademark saying. Evangeline enjoys the sword aspect a little too much for my liking.

Then in a hallucinatory episode The Fule sets up a fashion advisory business which seems to consist of persuading people to carry dead rabbits. Ms Upright (tigris) is complaining that the rabbit is a bit elderly. "It's a bit of a hairy hare" she says. Ha ha ha we all say.  

But then it all gets a bit odd and The Fule ends up sailing off to Fule land because as he says "This place is too foolish for the likes of me". He shouts "Hawk Nax" and is rescued by the Fule Navy who are out sailing in circles for no reason that is ever given (Plothole Spoiler). This is an artists impression since we only have one stage rowboat and it will just be manned by Greenish Hugh and Space Time Eddie who may or may not arrive at all.

I remain unconvinced about the flooding of the stage but Smut says it will be fine. I think we should give umbrellas to the front row people but this did cause trouble when we did "Moby Dick." The play's the thing, though eh?


Smut Clyde said...

a fashion advisory business which seems to consist of persuading people to carry dead rabbits

We had at least one satisfied customer:

rhwombat said...

Lovely - but is the object protruding from the Hawks nax Fule's bum in the second engraving a sackbut, a sigmoidoscope or a very warped perspective??

Smut Clyde said...

Warped perspective? Downright depraved!

Yastreblyansky said...

I'm sorry, but weren't Hawk Nax a Renaissance snack food sold in packets at athletic events (such as downhole skiing) and street concerts? The instruments on the ground were presumably caused by popular disturbances of the time, riot and luting.

Hamish Mack said...

Smut: That guy is showing off, no one needs that many dead rabbits.
rhwombat: it's a subplot that Osborne calls "Ye Rocketmanne". it will be an extravaganza!
Yastreblyansky: "Riot and luting" Sir! Do you know the score sir?

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

This Mack character has unsound ideas. Bring back A.K. and get this blog back on track!

Another Kiwi said...

Give the kid a break!(Two paychecks is all I'm sayin')

Smut Clyde said...

persuading people to carry dead rabbits

Sexy Joseph Beuys costume!

tigris said...

Needs more LARD.

Cloudia said...

You jargoggle me thinks, sir. But no complaint. I came but to groak your humor. Thanks for the apricity!

ALOHA from Honolulu
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

a fashion advisory business which seems to consist of persuading people to carry dead rabbits

Sometimes, strongarm tactics are employed.

M. Bouffant said...

Hot dog, groat cakes again! Heavy on the 30-weight, Mom!

I understand you want to sell tickets, but Xmas already? It's barely Fourth Thursday of Nov. here, & you already started a wk. ago!