We went to the theatre yesterday, my auntie Jayne and me. I was a bit scared because Mummy had said it’s like the pictures but they’re alive and that sounded weird. So we took Oma because she knows what to do.
We had to wait while Auntie Jayne got the tickets and that was boring but then this boy came up to me with his mum and she said she liked my school hoodie and that the boy was starting at my school in September. So I’ll be in the next class up and she said that would be nice for him and Oma said so too and so did Auntie Jayne so I suppose it will but I just thought I’ll be bigger than him. And that will be nice.
And then we went in through these big doors and there were two girls with books all about Grandpa In My Pocket because that’s what we had come to see and Oma bought two and the room was dark and I had to find the letter E on the seats and some numbers. It was very big and dark except for the front which was all bright and looked like a seaside with beach huts and Oma said it was The Stage.
Then all the lights went out and some people came onto The Stage and they danced and looked very happy. They didn’t look like Jason Mason or Grandpa much but they said they were going to pretend and I like pretending and they had a great big dressing up box and then they did look like Jason Mason and the man looked like Grandpa and then he did the shrinking thing!
I could see the other man moving Grandpa’s legs but then he just disappeared and all I saw was Grandpa running across The Stage and hiding and it was fun and then the Bank Manager got to be a pirate afterall and they all sang songs.
We had ice creams in tubs at half time. Mine was chocolate and Auntie Jayne had blueberry and Oma had mini chedders. That is not an ice cream. And Oma bought me some planes to build but I didn’t have time to build them because then they were all on the island and there were some big birds and Grandpa had to go back to get help with a message that Mr Liker Biker found so he rowed in his boat all the way round our seats to get to the island and rescued everyone and they found all the things that had been lost.
My best bits were the pirate and when they all ran round the seats and I liked Grandpa flying in his plane. It was very funny and we all sang along and clapped when everyone danced. Even Oma. But Auntie Jayne sings too loudly.
When we got home, Auntie Jayne said it was very well written and a great show for children and their grown ups. Mummy said I had to say thank you to Auntie Jayne and give her a kiss but I didn’t want to because her chin is spiky. But I was glad she took me because I loved it. I told Oma that even before we had our ice creams. I did say thank you because I did like the theatre and I like Grandpa In My Pocket. I like it on telly but I loved it on The Stage because it wasn’t just on The Stage but all around me and it made me laugh a lot and Grandpa was really clever.
Grandpa In My Pocket is at Nottingham Playhouse until 11 August 2012. Auntie Jayne says take some children and have some fun. She thinks it would be a great trip for Beavers or Rainbows and much more fun than sitting in the rain.
And it came to pass that all from the world of children’s media were invited to go unto the city of Sheffield to the Children’s Media Conference. And they gathered unto themselves the brightest and best from the firmament of ‘kids’ to listen and ask questions, to increase in wisdom and stature and find favour and commissions.
And lo! there was some wailing and gnashing of teeth as they gazed upon the financial abyss before them and ate pizzas.
But there was also great rejoicing for the pizzas were washed down with wine. And some brought glad tidings of transmedia opportunities.
And it came to pass that after three days, many who had slept too little and eaten too much stumbled out of the Showroom Cinema’s darkness into the light with visions of a media landscape filled with the milk and honey of highly valued, well funded children’s content. For surely miracles do happen.
And yea, verily I say unto thee, there will be epistles from Sheffield http://www.thechildrensmediaconference.com/blog/2012/ . Thus spake the seraph who forthwith is off to pack her wings before she trips over them and further dints her halo.