Carlton Chronicle, April/May 2003

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First up this prog, Julia takes us on an increasingly intoxicated tour of the Workshops

Carlton Dramatic Society

The Workshops: A PicknMix of delicious drama

Review:...................................... Julia Boggio Sit back. Pour yourself a glass of red, much like I did at the show. Then slowly sink into drunkenness. The show started out with Simon Harris scaring the crap out of us as a headmaster (what we call a principal in the States). As a good Catholic schoolgirl, I grew up with gentle nuns who used to sing our lessons to us and sew our play clothes out of curtains. Not so Dr. Harris! He kept yelling at us about something called cricket. I bet he wouldnt sew his students a handkerchief, much less a fullon lederhosen. I can jolly well say, he really gave me insight into why British people are the way they are. After this, the audience needed a touch of comic relief, artfully provided by Kristen Bowditch, Ian Ward, and Carl Whiteside in Waiting for a Bus. In this piece the trio discuss how to be funny. Kristen and Ian are caught in bed by her husband (Carl), who as it turns out is directing a scene in which his wife is having an affair. The crux of the argument lies in the delivery of the title line, when the lover tries to explain why he is in the closet with his pants down. The highlight for me was when Ian Ward fell on his face. Next up, we were treated to an excerpt from a well-known Oscar Wilde classic, renamed Dear Diary. Ruth Brooks gave a believable performance as the petulant dreamer Cecily Cardew, who really digs guys named Ernest. James Grayston provided comic relief as the vicar, with his singsong delivery of the lines. I also seem to have written something down about Ernest travelling with more luggage than a Carrington wife, but I have no idea what I was talking about. Must have been the cheap Bolivian red starting to take effect

Sarah Hewitt directed and wrote the next piece, La Maison Du Hector. In this avant-garde scene about love and death, Katy Hebbourn and Carl Whiteside play two people with the exact same name, no relation. They meet, fall in love, and die. Or maybe I just spilled my wine. Can you believe it? Thats where my notes end. I really have to question the wisdom of buying wine on a two-for-one offer at the off-license. Carltons policy for allowing people to bring in their own tipple really must be reviewed. Well, at least I didnt heckle. Never fear! I remember bits of the rest of the evening. I remember James Grayston giving us all a lesson on how to create tension onstage by waving around a meat cleaver. And if my memory doesnt deceive me, Mike Tierney was wearing some very tight trousers at some point. The highlight of the entire evening for this lightweight reviewer had to be the Carlton rendition of Its a Hard Knock Life. Instead of the usual heart-warming ditty sung by young, innocent orphans, we were given a poignant look into the abysmal life of the overworked whore. Kudos has to be given to Arabella Butler for organising the musical entertainment for the evening. And well done to all the singers, too! I leave you with this final thought: How do you solve a problem like Maria? This is Julia B, signing off from her first, and probably her last Carlton review. Hiccup! J DTs B

In This Issue Death Behind The Scenes My Bizarre Double Life

Page 7 Grim pasts and secret lives Page 9 Part III Ello ello ello ~

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Dr & Mrs Faustus

The Spring Production
Tuesday 27 May to Saturday 31 May Doors open 7.30pm, Show starts 8.00pm The Carltons next production is upon us! As you will already know if you read the last couple of Chronicles, the Spring Production is a new adaptation of the classic theological drama Dr. Faustus. This new version, written and directed by Mehmet Izbudak will be a modernised vision of the story. We have a great cast, featuring a great mixture of young and old, veteran and new members (lets show them what we can do!). The script is a fascinating take on a classic story, and looks to be great fun. In a London suburb, there lives a Dr Adam Faustus, an unpublished lecturer in Marketing and Media Studies at the University of North Cheam. He has tried several times to become head of department but with no success. His other half, Mrs Eva Faustus, is a former TV soap star who hasnt been offered a part for 13 years in spite of having one of the countrys top agents representing her. Their lot is not a happy one: no children, inertia, an indestructible mortgage and a car that needs constant repair. Moreover, middle age and middle age spread have installed themselves permanently into their lives and bodies. The perfect specimens! The story takes us from the depths of Hell to the depths of Suburbia (which is worse?) and has a fantastic array of characters from The Prime Minister and his advisers to the old adversaries, God and Lucifer themselves (which is worse?). The final battle of all takes place not in Armageddon, but in Cheam. Prepare! Please tell your friends, family, colleagues, clients, patients and constituents. An email flyer will be doing the rounds for you to forward to your hearts content. Or check the Website for details!

The best of British Good Luck to all involved! Hoorah! The Top Ten Devil Related Tunes! In no particular order! Any other suggestions?
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. The Devil Came To Georgia ......................................................... Charlie Daniels Devil Woman.................................................................................... Cliff Richard Sympathy for the Devil ...................................................................Rolling Stones Better the Devil you Know............................................................. Kylie Minogue Satan ...........................................................................................................Orbital That Ol Devil called Love............................................................... Alison Moyet Disco Inferno ........................................ Earth Wind and Fire (or was it Tavares?) Hel(l)p ................................................................................................ The Beatles Hell(o) ..................................................................... Lionel Dorian Gray Richie Its Getting Hot In Here (So Take Off All Your Clothes).............................. Nelly

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The Carlton Dramatic Society Autumn Production

Two Gentlemen of Verona

(with additional dialogue by William Shakespeare.)
Mostly Adam and sometimes Philippa will be directing 2 Gentlemen of Verona for Autumn. Performance week is 2nd to 8th of November but we will start rehearsals straight after Faustus has finished. This is to maximise rehearsal time therefore making everything sharp. There are lots of parts for everyone, including a few intrusions from Romeo and Juliet. If you ever wanted to play Romeo in 2 Gentlemen of Verona this is your one and only chance. Those of you who have experienced Philippas versions of the Tempest and a Midsummer Nights Dream will know that the Cainery will shred Shakespeares text into little remnants. This is so that the plot flows faster and pages of witty dialogue will be cut [hurrah!] and replaced by physical comedy, violence etc. We will also be going one stage further than Oberons rap and adding songs made from the text for lots of the long speeches. Fear not you non-singers for they shall be humorous and do not have to be sung harmoniously. The main musical influences will be Bollywood and Gilbert & Sullivan. The setting will be of no particular period but costumed with an eclectic mix from the Carlton costume store and any bizarre items the membership may have of their own. The set will be an exotic painted floor and large stuck together stacks of elaborately painted cardboard boxes which move around between scenes. Approximately four dancers will be required. The Cainery believe that we do this for fun so rehearsals should be an enjoyable time. We expect lots of input from the cast. If 20 minds are working on the humour then we should get more of it. When it comes to auditions we will boringly have bits from the play to read because we want to see what you can do with the particular characters. Be inventive. Try some part you would not usually do. Be the dog (an excellent role with no lines to learn). We will have a read through of our adaptation of the play the Thursday after Faustus finishes - the 5th of June, so that you can see if you like it. Auditions will be Monday 10th and Thursday 12th of June.

William Shakespeares

We need also:

Seamstresses to help Philippa make tunics from the vast pile of velvet and brocade in the Carlton store. A Producer to make sure things that should be happening are. Someone who can photocopy the Cain version of 2 Gentlemen of Verona into enough scripts for the cast.

Phillippa Cain

On a side note, Pippa and Adam would like to invite everyone to a KiteFest on Saturday 17th May, in the park at the end of their road. This is to celebrate the arrival of Merlin, their second baby. Let them know if you can make it!

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Continuing our theatrical thriller serial, we present

DEATH BEHIND THE SCENES

Part III Shadows
caught in her throat. Momentarily she relaxed her grip and the sudden increase in weight took Timothy by surprise. They teetered momentarily; the woman balanced precariously on a platform of the man' s weaved fingers, both using the sidewall of the old church for support. Annie regained her composure and clasped the bars again. This time she could see more clearly: they weren'boots per say, but shoes dangling t at the end of a pair of man'trousers. s "What the devil is going on here!" There was such deep resonance in the voice that it implied statement rather than question, and Timothy abruptly swivelled round to face the new comer. His haste was such that his position against the wall shuffled a good foot to the left, tearing Annie' grasp from the bars. She toppled s backwards with such force that it broke the clenched grip of Timothy' hands and as this platform broke, s gravity took affect, and Annie plummeted downwards. Timothy instinctively forgot the arrival of the voice and grabbed out with both arms. He caught her just above the waist and in an effort to prevent her from falling completely backwards, heaved her to him. For a breathless second they just stood there, Timothy'lanky arms wrapped around her slender s waist, the embrace crushing her pink cardigan bosom against his chest. For a moment longer they simply looked at each other; his eyes tender with concern, held hers wide with surprise. His mouth was stern and pursed with effort while hers was round with surprise and red from a rush of blood. "I said: what the devil is going on here?" the voice demanded a second time. Timothy felt a hot blush seep across his face and as he gently lessened his grip, the colours of their cheeks were crimson in unison. "Thank you Mr Weston," breathed Annie maintaining her gaze. "You appeared to have rendered me a service". Timothy revelled in the purity of her hazel coloured eyes. "It was nothing Mrs Matthews," he murmured barely above a whisper. Then, as Timothy released her entirely from his grasp, they both turned and faced the waiting Policeman.
Tune in next month for the next exciting episode of DEATH BEHIND THE SCENES

By Toby Hardwood

"Can'you keep still Mr Weston?" the widow Mrs t Matthews scolded. Timothy exhaled steamy breath through clenched teeth, the muscles in his shoulders straining as the pleats of Annie' skirt flapped both irritatingly and s tantalisingly in front of his nose. "I would find it easier to keep still if you could refrain from jumping Mrs Matthews," he responded tersely. "But I' still not high enough to see. You have to m lift me higher," Annie instructed. Timothy muttered a parade ground obscenity beneath his breath, but fear of losing face in front of the sprightly widow was sufficient to endow him extra strength. With a grunt he snapped his wrists and jerked his elbows, practically cable tossing the delicately balanced woman another six inches up the wall. The sudden acceleration threatened to topple Annie backwards, but she remained sufficiently quick-witted to grasp the rusty iron window bars in her gloved hands. She braced herself, taking her full weight on her arms, giving Timothy a momentary reprieve that he used to matt his fingers even tighter beneath her boot. "What can. you see?" he gasped. Annie strained to maintain her hold and struggled to improve her view, peering into the gloom. The old church had a series of recessed windows three quarters of away up the grime cover Victorian brickwork. Originally they would have been set with multicoloured led-light panes in the shape of a cross, but now, after years of vandalism and council neglect, cheap aluminium frames and pitted safety glass held sway. They dimly illuminated the auditorium in a wash of cold winter glow. "I can see the stage - nothing appears to be moved. Everything is where it should be. I can see the chairs, they don'appear to be disturbed." t "You need to look higher," Timothy leaned into the wall, willing himself stability. "In the lighting grid." Annie pushed her face through the bars and pressed her nose against the freezing glass. She tilted her head to peer up towards the massive wooden roof beams from which the truss was flown. Her eyes struggled to adjust; the dark penetrated every corner and absorbed the light. There seemed to be no end, no boundary to the gloom; the inky black mass that could have been part of a much larger, and infinitely vacuous universe. Her eyes flitted from shadow to shadow, trying to discernable each shape: a stage-curtain here, a flown scene there; ropes and pulleys; par cans and 1ks; a truss beam here and a pair of boots there. Annie' breath s

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5 Jeff is one of the Carltons most active members. Always ready to lend a hand, or a voice, Jeff has acted, directed, worked backstage and basically, we couldnt do without him. Hurrah!*

Jeff Graves
Hello, how are you? Did you enjoy the Workshops? How long have you been a Carlton member? Were you in theatre before the Carlton?

Hi, Im fine thank-you. I really enjoyed them and thought it was another success. Just a shame that Saturday night was half empty. I' been a member for just over 6 years. There is a rumour at the moment, that with good ve behaviour I should get out next year Apart from when I was 9 years old and had my appendix out, no. The only thing i have done before are small school plays

What Carlton productions have you been involved in?

Woman of no Importance ................................................................................................... Lord Alfred The Merchant of Venice ......................................................................................................... Balthasar Lysistrata.............................................................................................................. A sex starved soldier Blithe Spirit ........................................................................................................................Dr Bradman Fur Coat and No Knickers ..........................................................................................Mark Greenhalgh The Visit ......................................................................................................................... Blind Eunuch A Midsummer Nights Dream..........................................................................................Stage Manager 84 Charing Cross Road.................................................................................................. Bill Humphries A Chorus of Disapproval ................................................................................................. Crispin Usher The Hypochondriac .......................................................................................................... Mr Bonnefoy What the Butler Saw..............................................................................................................Policeman ' Pity She' A Whore .............................................................................................................. Poggio Tis s End Of The Food Chain................................................................................................................ Ewan Trivial Pursuits ......................................................................................................................... Director

Which was your favourite?

What was your most embarrassing theatre moment? Are you rehearsing at the moment? What for?

I have fond memories of them all, but the two that stand out are A Chorus of Disapproval ( first stage snog, thanks Netty!! and swear word ) and Trivial Pursuits as it was my first production that I have directed. Drying during Blithe Spirit. My mind just went completely blank for what seemed like a lifetime, but thanks to Ruth she came to the rescue. Thanks again Ruth xx At the moment Im rehearsing for Dr and Mrs Faustus.

Do you have any tips youve picked up about acting or directing?

What are you wearing right now?

Lilac shirt with matching tie.

If possible explore your character to the full. I found doing improv during Trivial really helpful and I hope the cast found it helpful too. Although I realise this is not always possible if, for example, youre playing the third spear carrier!!

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So, er, anything planned for the weekend?

What do you do for a living? What' your tipple? s Last film you saw?

I am going camping for the very first time next Bank Holiday Weekend, so Ill be practising putting up my brother-in-laws tent in the back garden. Then, most probably a few games of tennis followed my an early night!! Enforcement Officer. Basically collecting Business Rates arrears from the lovely folks of Tower Hamlets. It has its good days as well as its bad days. Many people would have you believe that it' half a lager shandy, but it would have to be a bottle s of Bud in the pub and a nice glass of white wine for a meal. Far From Heaven. Fantastic.

First album you ever bought?

Who would you want to play you in the film of your life story? Describe yourself in 3 words.
Barney Rubble Brad Pitt, but if unavailable Keith Chegwin will do. Friendly, helpful and at times impatient

Off The Wall by Michael Jackson.

If you had to compare yourself to a cartoon character, which one would it be? Do you have any dreams, hopes, aspirations?
To try and enjoy life with my friends and family to the full. ~

If you have any nominations for someone to be subjected to The Probe, let the editor know at the usual address. One person will be chosen at random from the nominations. Those not chosen will be carried over. *introductions charged at these rates honest = free, tactful = 5, friendly = 10, glowing = 15

IN BRIEF
Contributions to the Chronicle are always needed (I mean, youve read it). Anything from a suggestion or idea, to a photo, to a full articleall are welcome! Its your newsletter! Dr & Mrs Faustus needs people to help backstage and Front of House. Contact Mehmet Izbudak or Cindy Graves for details if you can help. Thank you! LET ME KNOW IF THERES ANYTHING ELSE YOUD LIKE TO ADD HERE!

Watch This Space!! Im very excited to be able to tell you that in the next issue, this space will be filled by a new cartoon by one of our new members. I cant wait, so in the meantime, heres a self-portrait what I done.

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We continue our shocking series profiling the more desperate characters in the Carlton. Fear them, for they are in our midst

This prog - Charybdis Cummerbund on KATHIE ARUNDELL You might think that working at the Horserace cheap if she doesnt get caught her underground Betting Levy Board would be enough to educate ticket is not valid on South West Trains but a valid anybody about the folly of gambling: an eye sees ticket would only have cost her another 10p. Not the statistics of hapless punters chucking the that a 10 fine is a big deal to Kathie, she has mortgage money away while a hand supervises the wisely made provision for such inconveniences. snatching of tax from what little they win, to give No, the money itself never matters: the shameto the government. Kathie Arundell knows, deep faced rummaging in the purse; the smug smirk and down, that the true spoils of risk are not measured slightly-louder-than-necessary voice of the on-train in pounds but in THRILLS. Between the placing of ticket inspector they matter. Her ignominy as the the bet and the declaration of the winner lies a brief other passengers look away, reading, doing what period of mind-shattering tension. The crescendo they were doing as only the British do is far builds and builds, making its almost preworse than being stared at. The train pulls away but orgasmic climb and then and then and then, by the time it is leaving Clapham Junction she climaxrelease. Whether what is then smoked is hears the connecting door at the far end of the the post-coital Marlboro Light of victory or the carriage open and slam. Should she stand by the Hamlet cigar of self-consolation matters very little. doors now, and jump off at Earlsfield? She dare not The gambler has bitten her finger nails and curled turn to look, fearing that to do so will draw her toes for a few anticipatory minutes and thats attention to herself. Is it the ticket inspector? She what its all about. The journey is everything - the listens. Footsteps approach very gradually. She destination irrelevant. cannot hear the characteristic tickets please, thank Kathie doesnt gamble. Well, not by staking you. Its a pair of greasy teenagers, chasing their money on sporting events or in the casino. Years own thrills by walking the full length of the train to ago, her adrenal glands were stimulated in a find two seats far enough apart for them to be able moment of petrifying terror and she has never to justify carrying out a shouted conversation. forgotten the rush that follows one pace behind At Wimbledon the ticket barrier is shared each throb of her heart when its pounding. So, between the District Line and South West Trains so how does she scare herself to order? How does she Kathies ticket lets her through. Once outside the feed the craving? station and innocent well, hard to trace, anyway Having booked a days leave, she takes a train the tension subsides and the long walk home all to somewhere she is not known, like Dorking. of 300 yards begins. Long, because Kathie knows There, she hires a car and drives into the that her dangerous day out is over and a risk-free congestion charging zone while it is in force. She night looms like a bird of prey. drives around the West End all day, shopping, After a week the car hire company will receive a lunching, visiting Champneys health spa, but penalty charge notice and will charge it to the doesnt pay the 5 congestion charge. For her final credit card imprint Kathie left there. How does she journey she leaves the car in the street, somewhere afford it? Countless approaches from credit card near Waterloo and buys a single underground companies land on her doormat and she has ticket to Zone 3 for 2.30. But who wants to dither countless false identities. Its not fraud really. Not on the hopeless District Line, stopping at when the lenders are profit-obsessed fools who will everybodys back yard; delayed by signalling open a credit account for a gerbil or a teddy bear. If problems at Putney Bridge? Kathie watches the a credit card arrives in the post for Bertholda departures board for South West Trains, chooses Bullwurszt at the non-existent Flat 10J in a block her moment and bustles toward the indicated adjacent to Kathies, the postman leaves it in the platform just a second or two before the stairway. Kathie, entering through the never-locked overworked ticket inspectors can assemble street door appropriates it. The bills go in a litter themselves at the gate. Shes through. Phew! She bin in the street: Kathie is very fastidious about walks to the front of the train and settles herself for evidence. She never uses the cards to buy jewellery Wimbledon the fast way. The cheap way. Well, or stay in flash hotels or anything extravagant. She

My Bizarre Double Life

Carlton Chronicle, April/May 2003 just commits her small, cheap flirtations with risk once in a while. There are, surely, far worse vices? So what was that trauma that gave Kathie her first, bitter but oh-so-sweet taste of adrenaline? She was brought up in a strict, god-fearing family in Canada. Her father Victorian, in more ways than one - was nick-named by unkind neighbours The Disapprover from Vancouver. One weekend, the family nipped across the border to Seattle for Dad to meet masonic associates and Mom to shop. Kathie, an innocent and well brought-up nine-yearold had been saving up her allowance money and brought it on the trip. She approached a vending machine and inserted her 10 cents. Her father saw what was about to happen and lunged towards her, roaring STOP, STOP, STOP!! She turned to him wondering what could be wrong while simultaneously pulling the handle on the machine. Kathies fathers huge shadow thundered towards her as he shouted NO! NO! NO-O-O-O! It was too late though. Kathie held in her hand a bar of chocolate, priced at 10 US cents, for which she had paid with 10 Canadian cents. Although the Canadian dollar has always been the poor relation to the US dollar in value, the coins were the same size. Kathie had, unwittingly committed her first act of fraudulent appropriation of goods. Once the day locked in the dogs kennel and the brutal flogging were over, little Kathie lay sobbing in bed, thinking about what she had done. She tried to banish the thought from her mind but she couldnt. It kept coming back. The inescapable fact was, the ugly and appalling truth was that doing wrong had felt good. One thing led to another but contravening a Keep Off the Grass sign in the park soon palled. The park keeper just wasnt scary enough to make Kathies heart skip a beat. As the months went by Kathie was magnetically drawn towards petty swindles. Material gain was never her aim, though

8 she was a far from wealthy young woman. What set Kathie on fire was the risk of being caught at it. Way back when she first came to Britain she would arrange for friends in Canada to call-collect to a phone box in London at a pre-arranged time. She would answer the phone Hi, Kathies house. Who would you like to speak to? and the operator would put the caller through. Thats all very clever but Kathie needed more risk. She changed it to a phone box outside a police station and kept the calls predictably timed but there was never any bother from authority. Kathie became an expert at doing a runner from restaurants; convincing men she was a millionaires daughter; convincing her parents that she was about to marry into wealthy nobility so that they would send money. Kathie is a woman of self-respect, honour and integrity. It would be easy for her to get her tightrope-trips by shop lifting, for example but all the fun has been ruined nowadays by CCTV. Anyway, its a tawdry, humiliating business, being tried and sentenced by a magistrates court for suburban crimes. The shame outweighs the buzz. Kathie is fast running out of small, relatively harmless, yet illegal things to do. If you can think of any lowgrade misdemeanours to feed her addiction to the entirely legal chemicals created in her own body, please, be a good neighbour and pass it on. You wouldnt want to see Kathie in withdrawal from her drug of necessity (I have its disturbing). Spare this fine woman the indignity of having to urinate on the pavement in Wimbledon Broadway before hiding in an alley and putting on a disguise to walk home, just to get herself through another 24 hours as a dangers slave. ~

And therell be more irreverent biography next time. Stay tuned, boppers.

Many of you will have received new(ish) member Katy Hebbourns (unsurprisingly) breathless email last week. Shes already wowed us with her fantastic improvisation in RAW Theatre and her performance in the Workshops. Those of you whove been stung for money will also know that she is also a keen runner, especially for charity. Heres the scoop, newshounds. Done it! I started at Midnight on Saturday and finished at 7:30 yesterday and wore my bra with pride the whole way round - the

THE RUNNING (WO)MAN

windmills kept on spinning too. My legs are a bit stiff today, but not as bad as I thought I was going to be. I'm eating plenty of chocolate to keep my energy levels up... any excuse. I'll bring my medal and the bra tonight as proof that I did it, and I will be providing photographic evidence when I have it. It was great fun and very surreal seeing places like Buckingham Palace completely tourist free at 5:00 in the morning.

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Thank you to everyone who sponsored me. I will be collecting your cash from now. Incidentally I beat Victoria Wood and Kate Garroway & Claire Nassir from GMTV!!!!!! But what is the story behind this bout of madness? The Chronicle went to get the news from the horses mouth (no offence)

9 turned to lead! It was tin man walking from then on, and I was too scared to sit down on the train in case I couldn'get up again and I ended up in t Portsmouth. It took my about half and hour to walk the 10 mins from the station to my house. This running lark is good for you isn'it. Feeling grand t now though. Mind you I really ought to start training for the next one soon.... maybe later.

I saw people in London doing it last year and thought it looked great fun. So when my cousin mentioned doing it I jumped at the chance. I loved the idea of stonking around London with just a bra on, and immediately wanted to decorate it with windmills - perhaps I' more of an extrovert than I m thought! Also you do get a great feeling of pride at being one of 15000 people all grouping together, doing something crazy for a good cause. Sadly like a lot of people breast cancer has affected my family too, so it is a cause very close to my heart. Life is too short to let your inhibitions stop you achieving things.

Why did you do it?

Do you have a fitness and diet regime?

What other things have you run/walked? Do you get lonely when running?*
My boyfriend & I did the Nike 10k last year just because we realised that we weren'getting enough t exercise. (Ok we weren'getting any exercise). I t hadn'done any long distance running since cross t country at school (I rarely even ran for the train). The first training run half killed me and I couldn' t move properly for a week, but when I' completed d the race I got such a great buzz from the achievement of it that I seem to have gone race crazy since. I' also run the Reading half ve marathon, and the Kingston Breakfast run (8 miles). Word of Warning! There are a hell of a lot of hills out there that nobody tells you about. I think maybe they' on hydraulics. re The last big walk I did was approx 8 years ago when my cousin (Beccy who also did the moonwalk) and I walked the South Downs way in 9 days. All 105 miles of it.

I' rubbish at training, I don'seem to get off my m t backside until it' really close to the event. I hardly s trained for the walk, I just did a 14 mile walk the weekend before. I still see people jogging and think they' insane. As for diet, I recommend chocolate re for energy, followed by more chocolate for energy with tea because it goes well with chocolate, then some more chocolate... oh and a banana half an hour before the race starts. One word of advice never eat onion rings the night before a race. You might end up having to run quicker the you thought if you know what I mean. I do prefer running with someone else, but no I don'get lonely. You can'talk to someone when t t you' trying to make your limp lungs work re anyway, and when you' waiting to start - well I' re ll pretty much talk at anyone.

Did you run for your borstal?*

What? Crazy fool!

I have applied for The British 10k in July which goes through central London and will be on Channel 5 - whoohoo! (Perhaps I should just wear my bra for that too - you know what Channel 5 is like) and The Flora Women' Light Challenge in s September, which is only 5 k - I' sprint that (yeah ll right!!). I told you I' gone doolally, but Im aiming d to do the London Marathon next year, so perhaps that will get it out of my system.
Yowzer she walked home from the station after the

What' next? s

How does it feel to finish?

Fantastic! There' nothing like the sense of s Moonwalk. Respect. Do you have a hobby youd like to reveal to the world? Let the editor know and hell phone the police. achievement you get from doing something like * spot the Alan Sillitoe fan that where you know you' really pushed yourself. ve (I sound like John Fashanu). It really is great when you can look back at it and say 'did that'I I . recommend it to everyone. When I finished I thought I was fine to start with - I guess that' the rush of adrenaline from finishing, s but after I' called my boyfriend & mum and dad to d say I' finished and that I was feeling fine, my legs ll

How do your legs feel now?

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We are an amateur dramatic society based in Wimbledon. We welcome members from 16 to 60 (or older!) either as actors, directors, set-makers, costume designers, lighting and sound engineers, or for any of the other tasks that putting on a play requires. No audition is necessary to become a member each production has its own auditions. Our shows range from comic to tragic, from the ancient Greeks to the 1980' and from 5s, minute pieces to full productions. The group puts on two or three major productions a year, each lasting a week, which have recently been performed in professional theatres (the

Carlton Dramatic Society Information

Wimbledon Studio Theatre and the Merton Abbey Colourhouse and Chapterhouse Theatres), and a third ' Workshop' event over a couple of evenings, usually consisting of a few shorter plays or scenes from plays, that give budding actors and directors an opportunity to try new skills. In addition to the performances, we hold rehearsals; play readings, and workshops for learning new techniques and adding to our repertoire of skills. We also arrange various social activities throughout the year. These range from parties (after all, what drama group would be complete without its

end of play parties!) and group dinners to theatre trips. Weve been running for over 75 years, and we currently have nearly 70 members - and new members are always welcome!

Heres a quick description of a show week: Sunday ...........................Get in Monday ............Dress rehearsal Tuesday................... First night Wednesday.........Getting into it Thursday ......... Nearly halfway Friday.......... After Show Curry Saturday ................... Matinee / .............................Final Show / ...................................Get out / ....................................... Party! Sunday ................Whats next?

The Carlton Chronicle is the official newsletter of Carlton Dramatic Society. Editor: Matthew Petty Contributors: Julia Boggio, Toby Hardwood, Charybdis Cummerbund, Quint the shark fisher. Please send contributions, reviews, adverts, praise, money to: xxxxx@hotmail.com Complaints: see opposite

Contacting the Carlton Carlton Dramatic Society can be contacted in the following ways: Email .......................carltondrama@hotmail.com Post ............................................. xxxxx xxxxxxx ................................................ xxxxxxx xxxxxxx .................................................................xxxxxx ................................................. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx ........................................ xxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx Website .................... http://come.to/carltondrama

The CARLTON COMMITTEE in alphabetical order

Kathryn Arundell.................. Chair Adam Cain ...................Vice-Chair Val Foskett ... Social & Fundraising Simon Harris ... Stage Management Jane Lewis....................... Publicity Matthew Petty .............. Newsletter Alison Raffan ................. Secretary Carl Whiteside................ Treasurer

We meet twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, at the Yearly Subscription...............30 Wimbledon Community Centre, Associate Membership ..........15 St. George' Road in Wimbledon Full Production Cast Fee .......10 s at 8.00 pm. After rehearsals Workshop Cast Fee .................5 (10.30 pm until we get thrown out), you' usually find us in the These fees are subject to change. ll Hogshead pub at the bottom of Wimbledon Hill. All are To pay any fees, just give a cheque, payable to Carlton Dramatic welcome to pop in to a rehearsal, Society, to the Treasurer, or post it or catch us in the pub see you to the address above. there!

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Carlton Chronicle, April/May 2003

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Your regular guide to whats up and whats on at the Carlton and elsewhere
Another month, another format. If there is anything missing from the calendar I do apologise my clairvoyance is affected by Spring showers. Youll have to help me out by emailing me any items you would like to see included. Kitefest Saturday 17 May 12:00, The park opposite Pippa and Adams ~ Carlton Karaoke Saturday 17 May 20:00, Happy Gourmet, Morden ~ Carlton Committee Tuesday 20 May 20:00, JL Home ~ Faustus Rehearsal Thursday 22 May 20:00, Wimbledon Community Centre ~ Faustus Get-in Sunday 25 May 10:00, Wimbledon Studio Theatre ~ Faustus Dress Rehearsal Monday 26 May Wimbledon Studio Theatre ~ Faustus Run Tuesday 27 May - Saturday 31 May 19:00 (Matinee @ 3pm), Wimbledon Studio Theatre ~ Two Gentlemen of Verona Read-through Thursday 5 June 20:00, Wimbledon Community Centre ~ Two Gentlemen of Verona Audition Monday 9 June 20:00, Wimbledon Community Centre ~ Two Gentlemen of Verona Audition Thursday 12 June 20:00, Wimbledon Community Centre ~ Carlton Sponsored Walk Sunday 29 June River Wandle ~ rawACTive First Heat Friday 4 July 22:00, Colour House Theatre The heats are every Friday from 4th July till the final more details later! ~ Carlton AGM Monday 7 July 20:00, Wimbledon Community Centre ~ Two Gents Get-in Sunday 2 November 10:00, Wimbledon Studio Theatre ~ Two Gents Dress Rehearsal Monday 3 November 20:00, Wimbledon Studio Theatre ~ Two Gentlemen of Verona Tuesday 4 - Saturday 8 November 19:00, Wimbledon Studio Theatre ~ Carlton Christmas Party Saturday 13 December 19:30, Wimbledon Community Centre, Room H ~ Carlton Workshops Thursday 26 - Friday 27 February 19:30, Wimbledon Community Centre ~

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