Its April half term, I am walking across Frankwell car park back to my mum and Stephanie. As I walk I think about whats happened. Steph going on tables to control her condition. It early days, but hopefully it will work. Its been a month and a bit since Kim passed. Shell had not got around to arranging counselling yet, oh well she will do it soon.
I meet up with Mum and Steph and head into Theatre Severn, Its the first time we have been here. A fun colourful set with a podium sitting centre stage laid out before us and happy Basil Brush type music plays, as the happy fun filled kids wait for the start of Basil Brush's High Skool Mania.
I don't feel as fun filled as the rest of the auditorium, I don't feel like fun at all. The show start with a flurry of music and Basil appearing at the top of the podium, as the cast appears on set the plot of the story is laid out, littered with bad puns. The anarchic of Basil at his best cut though my low mood and confusing over Mr Carl wearing a old British school uniform of blazer and cap, against the duo Double Trouble and Bonnie wearing American High School cheerleader type clothes.
By the time Basil and Mr Carl where trying to work out acronyms to impress the school inspector, and they came out as POO, WEE, BUM, I was Laughing away with Steph and the rest of the audience. It seem to be that I have left life at the door and escaped in the mad cap world of Basil Brush. The intermission come and Ice Cream and laugher follow.
The second part of the show was as mad and fun as the first. The school inspector, played by amazing balloon artist Bob Wooding, ended up having to look after the class (us the audience) performing his act in the process. It was a reference to generation of kids TV including Thunderbirds, pink panther, ET and my favour being a sci fi fan a dalek.
The show carried on with bob taking a custard pie to face, with a great comic look after. Even though a the small group of hecklers that basil and the cast did some great ad libs with, shouted “eat it, don't waste it” Steph goes mad at the last bit, songs, dance and the Sing a long. She loves them, The sing a long is based on the song 'oh billy'.
The show ends but the fun time, sillyness and energy of a good old family fun show carried on out of the theatre with us, Kids shouting the catchphase “HA HA HA BOOM BOOM”, “yes sirrrrrrrr” and “seriarse” Basil used instead of serious among many more. Steph and I were no exception. As we laugh and joked all the way back to the landy and onward to home.
We had not had his much fun in ages, It was a welcome break from the life we had lived over the last 5 months. Mum had thought of us going and bought the tickets, it goes to show mums do know best, even if Mr Carl looked like Boris Johnson love child.
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