Friday night was very exciting. I know everyone loves FriYay – you’ve finished work for the week, have a few drinks, look forward to relaxing or partying or generally doing whatever the hell you please on the weekend with no time restrictions of being out on a ‘school night’. We all love a good FriYay.
June 1995, a young woman with a talent for writing had a dream of gifting the world with a magical story. Joanne Rowling was on a mission to get her first novel published. After being knocked back by twelve publishing houses, Bloomsbury took a chance and allowed Joanne Rowling’s dream to become a reality. While she was obviously proud of her work (and very rightly so), I don’t think she expected the worldwide phenomenon that it would incur.
Clock strikes upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade
Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away
I’ve done alright up ’til now
It’s the light of day that shows me how
And when the night falls.. Loneliness calls…
When we visit the theatre, we expect perfection. We expect to be wowed and in awe of a spectacular performance. No room for any hiccoughs or flaws. Last week I saw a play that was anything but.
You should know the end of this sentence. No? I’ll give you a few clues as to who it relates to… he has a nickname of ‘Golden Balls’, used to play for Manchester United and he’s married to Posh Spice herself. Got it yet? “… Bend a ball like Beckham?”. Right! David Beckham. Making his… Continue reading “Anyone Can Cook Aloo Gobi, But Who Can…”
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