Posts tagged ‘Poppleton’

July 14, 2012

Shakespeare @ the castle

by 3arn0wl

The Shakespeare Amateur Dramatics Society are delighted to present a series of four plays:

The comedy of errors

Much ado about nothing

Romeo & Juliet

&

All’s well that ends well

Bring a rug, a picnic and a bottle of Lord Rupert’s finest,  and enjoy some Shakespeare in the grounds of the Castle this Summer.

July 13, 2012

TGI Frigga the IIIrd

by 3arn0wl

Friday afternoon, and the musicians from the Poppleton Orchestra have joined forces with the Poppleton Firemen to perform @ the bandstand in the park.

They presented a formal selection of music:

Symphony No.59 in A ‘Fire’ – Joseph Haydn

Fire of eternal glory – Dmitri Shostakovich

&

Firebird – Igor Stravinsky

But the firemen just had to play their signature tune as an encore.

July 8, 2012

Come let us sing…

by 3arn0wl

There’s a recording of Songs of PraiseSt. Nick’s today, with the Poppleton Chamber Orchestra and Choir.

A pantechnicon of an outside broadcasting unit sits outside the Minster, faithfully recording every reverberating sound.

Hezza Pratt’s in his element, standing at the fulcrum of the musical forces, baton twirling.

And the faithful have been safely gathered in to sing their favourites.  What would they choose?

Well, of course Babababababra-ann chose All things bright and beautiful;

Paul King went for Guide me! O thou great redeemer; and

Prue Vidor requested Lead us Heavenly Father, lead us.

But everyone thought Emily Appleby was simply bragging when she suggested … …. .. …. .. …….. ..!

July 7, 2012

Amazing Grace

by 3arn0wl

It was some time, and a fair distance, before Wendy & Murray Merryweather realised.

What with the mayhem and confusion associated with transporting a young family and their friends, it’s hardly surprising that they hadn’t noticed that their eldest daughter, Grace (8), wasn’t with them.

Hastily turning their people-carrier around, they traced their steps back from the Poppleton ring road to Gawthrop Farm, Little Sniffy. They went to the llama field – her favourite. No, she wasn’t there. They looked around the sheep enclosure, but no, she wasn’t there either. Nor was she picking fruit or spinning wool. So, once more into the Maize Maze they went.

It was probably closer to half an hour before they found her, sitting crossed-legged, right at the centre, a seraphic smile on her face, having conquered the labyrinthine vortex.

But find her they did, and their prodigal daughter was handsomely compensated with chocolate ice cream.

July 4, 2012

July 4th

by 3arn0wl

is Independents’ Day in Poppleton!

Gaia Daley was offering complimentary toast for breakfast;

There’s a free screening this afternoon @ the Picturehouse;

And a digestif on the house @ the Dew Drop Inn after dinner.

But,  perhaps most excitingly of all,  throughout the day Fred’s Treads are having a car boot sale!

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July 3, 2012

His stars were in alignment

by 3arn0wl

Tom Bell happened to pick up an errant stick in Poppleton Park and was immediately enslaved. The Devine-ing Rod didn’t lead him towards the flowing waters of the Burbling though,  but on the path to Poppleton’s boutiques.

Meanwhile Gloria Moore née Devine was scouting for a Summer wardrobe, and had picked out a number of possibles from the racks.  As she went to try them on,  she must’ve taken a wrong turning,  since she somehow ended up in the shop window.  Not realising her error however,  she started to disrobe.

Indeed it’s such serendipity that meant our keen astronomer got an excellent sighting of the Glorious full moon.

June 30, 2012

Waite late for the fête

by 3arn0wl

Chorley Wanderers’ Centre Forward, Ian Waite, scored an own-goal earlier when he failed to turn up in time to cut the ribbon and pronounce the fête “Open”.

It seems that Mr. Waite had been celebrating a hole-in-one at the 19th, and when he eventually turned up, most of the good cakes had already been sold off to Phil Anyould from Little Sniffy.

Several devoted autograph-hunting fans were very disappointed: avid CWFC supporter, Evan Wood said: “He’s my hero. I’d been waite-ing all morning to get his autograph on this programme. And then he turns up legless. Rubbish”.

Still, there was much to see and do at the fête: