Terence Brady - Playwright, novelist, actor and painter.
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FIFTY YEARS ON


                                                           FIFTY YEARS ON 






As I was saying some months ago….sorry about the silence but bad light stopped play in the shape of broken ribs and various complications and enough already.

A MAN CALLED WINNER


                                                          A MAN CALLED WINNER 

      Some years ago when we were living in London  we developed a long standing desire to wall our garden.

DON'T I KNOW YOU


                                                     DON’T I KNOW YOU?   

Performers are often and usually most unfairly famous for their conceit. People love to prod the artiste and see the stuffing pop out, but there’s another side to the coin as always and it’s this: Joe Public's got quite a big head on him, too and if you pull up your chair and listen I’ll tell you how and why.

THE EYES HAVE IT

                                                         THE EYES HAVE IT


      Like a lot of lucky people I recently had my sight restored this year. Nothing dramatic – just a couple of cataract operations which are fine, once you’ve come to terms with the fact that someone is going to stick something surgical in your eye.

THE FACTS OF LIFE

THE FACTS OF LIFE

      When I was ten and came home from school one day I found my sister closeted in the dining room with our father. My mother reassured me that there was no trouble and the reason that my sister and father were parleying was because my father was telling my sister The Facts of Life. Not having a clue what they were - naturally I enquired, whereupon my mother’s eyes took on a veiled look as she told me that to know those I must wait for the day when I too would be summoned into the dining room to be told.

DIPPED IN INK


DIPPED IN INK

People are inclined to wonder why and how anyone starts writing, and so far I’ve never read a really good explanation yet as to why someone else was dipped in ink – as to whether it was their parents’ fault or their own or whatever. Whenever I get asked this question I tread water like mad as I try to come up with some plausible motive, but so far I feel I have failed utterly to convince my inquisitors with any given reason. Truth is, I really am not at all sure.

Certainly I have always read a lot – an awful lot as it happened when I was a child because until the Queen was crowned we had no television and as children we were most certainly not allowed to stay up later than 7.

FIVE GOLDEN RINGS


FIVE GOLD RINGS
 
     In common with many other people I suspect, I was somewhat dreading the Games and for various reasons, the main one being fear of disappointment. As someone who follows sport in this country I think that’s fairly understandable most particularly when you think of football which I have now stopped watching all but entirely and utterly. How they have managed to take a great game – no, notthebeautiful game, just a very good game – and turn it into ninety minutes of utter

A BIT OF A MIRACLE

 
WHATMATTERS IT ANYWAY?
 
Once at the first night party of a play of ours, someone quietly asked usif theatre mattered.I don’t know why the question needed to be asked at such a time but asked it was; nor do I know if it was meant seriously or facetiously, although recalling the look on the face of our inquisitor I was inclined to believe the enquiry to be of a facetious nature, and here let it be said that I dislike facetiousness intensely, seeing it as no more than a cowardly form of sarcasm which in itself is little more than the worst form of joke, which was possibly why the question rankled and still does.

THE SON ALSO RISES


THE SON ALSO RISES

It was quite a weekend, the last one. As all of those who live in this country know it rained as in biblical proportions, and likewise since it is the stuff of which Britons are made, we smiled in the face of adversity and pretended it wasn’t happening.  Since it was the week of Herself’s birthday – (see her own blog on thatwww.charlottebingham.com- O Perfect Day) we had certain things planned which we were blowed and dashed and splashed and soaked if we were going to cancel.

IF MUSIC BE.....


IF MUSIC BE….
 
Music is very much the vibe right now. Never has the phrase andshe shall have music wherever she goesrung more true.  Now she can have every kind of music played in every kind of way on every sort of occasion and if you just look at the words in that sentence and don’t bother too much about the import you’d be kind of inclined to thinkcool -or maybe evengroovy -or who knows? Perhaps evenmarvellous.Except. Except yes – because there’s always abutto come along and spoil everything, isn’t there?
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