Rareseed Theatre

These Foolish Things

On 16 Mar 2013

By Rareseed Theatre

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When Nicky Nomad a popular country singer from the South Wales Valleys, returns to his home town Abercwm, he is reminded of the strength of the community in which he grew up. In his memory, Nicky (played by actor/musician John Lovat) begins to conjure up an array of colourful characters, all with unique and personal dramas to share.

These Foolish Things is  the creation of Abergavenny actress/writer Liz Pearce, who has written a moving and sometimes hilarious piece of contemporary theatre. It’s a dramatic collage of wonderful stories based on real life experiences; their common thread is one community’s resilience and endeavour for change and connection to the world they live in. The characters: Vera, a great grandmother and Barry Manilow fan, Ratib a Turkish Waiter who marries a Tredegar girl after a holiday romance, a man called Kevin, beginning his transformation into Kathleen and this is just the start….

These Foolish Things is a fictional drama,  inspired by the wonderful stories shared by people who have taken the brave step of giving up smoking.

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Photo – Liz Pearce and John Lovat and from left to right: Teslin Davies, Peter Grayer, Jane Stanness, Andy Rivers, Gary Meredith and Linda Owen Jones

 

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I’ve gorra be honest, I ‘ave ‘ad a puff
– or two this week
Its been a bad one for me!
Look at this – its from the Gazette – there see…
That man, I was cleaning for ‘im I was,
Doing ‘im a favour like.
Knew ‘e drank I did and that
‘E killed his first wife but
She was mental, drove him on.
Felt sorry for him
Saw the bottles by the bed and lottry tickets –
Sad old bloke and no-one cared
He could have been my Dad.
I called in twice a day to clean
Cartons, cans and crap.
Did his shopping, had no idea
He was watching me like that.
Just waiting for ‘is chance to pounce.
Couldn’t believe it. I never thought …
I got out real quick – that was that –
I thought, but read this bit….
The cameras caught ‘im smashing up my car.
Made ‘is way towards the ‘ouse.
My son was out, works on the buses.
Comes in late, or not at all, if ‘e gets lucky.
There’s a girl in Wetherspoon’s he likes,
Not fussed I’m not but there again…
He’s old enough to
Make ‘is own mistakes and so am I.
Eastenders on the tele,
I yeard ‘im at the door.
My ‘eart went cold,
I couldn’t breathe….and then a shout –
“I’m yere for you my love!”
And in ‘e came.
I grabbed a knife, I keep a shiny set
Upon the kitchen surface like, a gift
Last Christmas from my ex.- I wish…
He twists my arm and takes the knife
He holds it at my throat.
“What did I do wrong ?”he asked.
“Come home I’m all alone!”
Read this then….
“The Accused stabbed his victim 7 times
Before a neighbour heard her screams and
Intervened to stop the fatal blow.
“She wouldn’t cook my tea.”
He cried as they led him away.

I stayed in hospital for weeks,
They cared for me they did
Nursed me back to life.
Didn’t touch a single fag
While I was safe in there.
The minute I walked out the door
Felt the fear of being free,
The freedom to be lonely,
The craving came back to me.
Saw the taxi by the curb..
The driver was a man, “Alright love?”
I’m not your fuckin’ love I screamed,
I grabbed my bag and ran!
I bought myself two packs
Of Lamberts – smoked ’em all that night.
They tell me now e’s been released,
E’s only served 6 months and now ‘es back.
I can’t tell a lie ,I ‘ave ‘ad a puff
Or two this week.
It was a bad one for me.

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Photo from left to right – Andy Rivers, Jane Stanness and Peter Grayer

 

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