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On the 16th October the sixth form English Literature students and a refreshing number of interested other students travelled to see ‘Othello’ at the Everyman theatre in Cheltenham.
Fresh out of drama school, Victor Oshin, played the tragic moor with convincing skill and the more experienced Paul McEwan matched his performance as the malicious ensign Iago. The production was cut by director Richard Twyman, to less than three hours and covered the complex plot intelligently. A stark stage set designed by Georgia Lowe resembled at different times
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM
Join Oddsocks Productions as
they return to celebrate their 30th Anniversary year with yet another high-energy, feel-good, family theatre show. This summer the company invite you to join them for
a festival of music, magic and mayhem as they bring that Shakespearean favourite “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, to life as you have never seen it before.
Every year Oddsocks delight audiences with their inspired approach to Shakespeare’s plays and their trademark interactive style. “A Midsummer Nights Dream” with it’s easy-to-follow storyline and hilarious characters is perfect for the Oddsocks treatment and will be a memorable production.
Four young lovers run away to a summer festival in the woods to escape the stress of parental expectations at home. Before long they unwittingly find themselves the subjects of tricks, played on them by with hilarious results. Add to that a troupe of amateur actors hired to play at the festival and you have the perfect recipe for an evening of hilarious family entertainment.
If there’s one show you see this summer, make it this one!
THIS PIECE OF CREATIVE WRITING WAS PRODUCED BY MATTHEW PRUDENCE OF YEAR 11 IN A RECENT TIMED ENGLISH TEST. CONGRATULATIONS TO HIM.
Very few knew what this man had been through. He rarely spoke about his life, and when he did he told very little. I had known him for twenty of his sixty years alive, and there was no one I respected more than this great man. But now,
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a nightclub, the deck of a ship and ultimately trapped an Othello, caged both physically and psychologically.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the performance and the pizza that preceded it and there is no doubt that a live production can only strengthen our students’ understanding of and engagement with Shakespeare.
The ‘Oddsocks’ Theatre Company are returning to Matravers for a fifth time this summer with their unique version of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream.’ Look out for tickets soon. Performances will be on the 24th July 2019.
sat across from him, I looked at his face and saw tiredness. Years of suffering. Things I hadn’t noticed before.
His eyes seemed sad. They were deeply set in his face and a slight shadow was cast over them. I saw my face reflected in his hazel irises, along with all the pain of the years. He was staring off into the distance, staring blankly at the wall. These eyes had seen a lot. Years of it. And everything he’d seen was reflected in the eyes, all at once, flashing across his face like a slide projector. The pain. The torment. The suffering. All in his eyes.
His face held secrets too. His skin was wrinkled with age and burden, the wrinkles like contours on the map of his face. It was like his life story, full of the paths he had taken and the sacrifices he’d made to be here, sitting before me today. He still stared past me and flinched – perhaps he was remembering an old memory? Who knows? I didn’t.
He took a sip of tea and I was drawn to his beard. The hairs were prickly, like the spines on the back of a porcupine and stiff like himself. God knows how many times he’d shaved to have them so stiff. His grey beard matched perfectly the colour of his hair – the same dull grey, all the colour and life drained out of his face.
And here I was, telling this man sad news. He frowned, something I expected he’d done more than others in his life. He turned to me with his sad eyes and wrinkled face and said, “Thank you officer.”
I nodded. “You may come see her at the morgue any time,” I said.
“Thank you,” he repeated. “She’ll be sorely missed.”
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