I've been to the pantomime 'Robin Hood' at the Theatre Royal and the children I was with loved it; the 3D part was screamingly funny! Such an initiation into theatre. I love watching their surprised faces as the audience erupts into baddie boos and hisses and the traditional calls of 'Behind you' and 'Oh no you can't ' etc. Robin hated his tights and I disliked my thermal, long johns the following day- I know- too much information.
N&N's meeting on Lord Armstrong at the Rugby Club was local and walkable in the deep midwinter snow; better still was our group's walk from the Hearth through Horsley Woods, skirting along the banks of the (frozen) Tyne; we circled back to hot pea and ham soup and a brilliant Christmas party; so much variety and talent in the 'party pieces' which were offered- poems, flute, northumbrian pipes, concertina, readings, carols and a quiz.
It must be bitterly cold here when the national media put out requests asking Geordies to put on coats if they are going out gallivanting for the night (cos we're hard us!!) Certainly, icicles decorate every gutter and dirty snow heaps decorate every pavement (often by drivers who forget about pedestrians)
The city is feeling embarrassment and disgust at the way Toon manager Chris Hughton has been so badly treated; his loyalty and hard work have brought stability and teamwork back to United but his reward is to be finished by Mike Ashley. I dream of Ashley walking into St James Park to find the stadium is completely EMPTY
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