Theatre

Accrington Pals

To London yesterday to catch a play that this blog and Mrs Blog tried but failed to get tickets for at Manchester’s Royal Exchange last year – the Accrington Pals by Peter Whelan. This production was by the Tower Theatre company, perhaps London’s top amateur dramatic group, and provided the opportunity to support our neighbour, George, appearing as Tom, one of the (spoiler alert!) brave but luckless Pals.

“Pals brigades” were formed in World War 1 (apologies to any actual historians out there), made up of volunteers from individual towns. I assume the idea was that groups of men, known to each other, might sign on together and fight for each other when the chips were down. Perhaps ok in principle – until, as inevitably happened, whole towns lost a generation of their menfolk when their particular brigade encountered the horrors of the “war to end wars”. Accrington, I understand, was the smallest town in England to supply its own brigade. On 1 July 1916, the first day of the Battle of the Somme, around 700 men of the Accrington Pals went into action. Within half an hour 235 of them had been killed and another 350 wounded. This blog doesn’t have the words so it won’t try.

The production was an excellent one and I congratulate all involved. (Incidentally, is the night time view of London from the long platforms over the Thames at Blackfriars station brilliant, or is it brilliant?)

To “make a day of it” in London we also went to the Courtauld Gallery in Somerset House, known especially for its fine collection of Impressionists. This blog is no art fiend but he’s happy when he sees paintings that he recognises – and likes, in manageable numbers.

A special commendation to the Courtauld is in order, I feel, for the descriptive panels alongside each piece, which – rare in my experience – seem to say something helpful about what’s in front of you. Elsewhere, I’m afraid the kind of prose used to interpret artworks sometimes appears to have been assembled from random word searches which could be applied in any sequence and could reasonably be rotated around the gallery without major difficulty. You know: “The artist is here expressing the eclectic range of visual and sensory illusions apparently stimulated by life’s ephemeral but contrasting allegories in time and space.” But that’s just me. I was in more familiar territory when Mrs Blog pointed out that the eyes in one of the portraits by Tilly Kettle definitely followed you round the room.  (See below and try it for yourself. She’s right!)

Being up “in town” well after this blog’s bedtime meant missing a couple of possible treats on the telly. (Sorry for lowering the tone). So I have, if I’ve done it right, recorded both W1A and the last episode of Line of Duty. If the former is as good as its predecessor, 2012, I’ll be a happy man. But Line of Duty – that Lindsay Denton, what is she like??  I’ve had to avoid the TV crit in today’s Guardian just in case. And for goodness’ sake, if you know how it ends, keep it to yourself.

 

Should I mention yesterday’s budget? As a possible criterion for judging its merits, I’m inclined to ask this: “Was there anything in there for Accrington, or for the kind of families portrayed in last night’s play?”  Please feel free to provide your own answers.

Also, evidence in the last few days that government ministers are studying this blog carefully. Blog number 1 mentioned the unwelcome prospect of old farm buildings being converted, or demolished, to provide new houses in the countryside without the fag of needing to get planning permission like the rest of us. “Planning minister” Nick Boles has now indicated that this new freedom should not apply in our best landscapes like national parks, so hip hip. All he needs to do now is agree it doesn’t make sense anywhere else either.

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4 thoughts on “Accrington Pals

  1. Sherry says:

    Hi,
    I am enjoying reading your blog – thank you.
    Today’s one was particularly close to home as Accrington Pals is a play I know about a town I know. My grandfather’s friends were ‘pals’, he survived as he was a driver in the war and not in the regiment. This was my mother’s home town and where she lived and worked until first part of WW2. She returned there in the late 80’s until mid 90’s and all my relations lived there until the last one passed away a couple of years ago. It is a fitting play for the WW1 century commemorations and really glad George has taken part in it – Maggie had told me he was acting in it a few weeks ago.
    Glad you got to see it.
    Sherry

    • Hi Sherry
      Thanks for those kind words, much appreciated. Being a Lancastrian myself by birth and upbringing, I guess I have a particular affinity for the places and people. It was interesting to see how the play tackled some of the horrors of WW1 without staging major battle scenes. Much of the drama, as you know, takes place at home. It was an impressive production for a non-professional organisation, and with some convincing accents!
      Steve

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