I have clutch control!
Posted on | April 5, 2006 | No Comments
I have clutch control!
Seriously, today I drove the damned car with no problems – I even reversed around a corner flawlessly (on the 3rd try) Next week I’m onto 90 minute lessons so hopefully I can turn todays experience into an everyday occurrence.
I also need to revise the highway code a bit more before I do the theory test because I’m regularly getting an alternate pass and fail on the fake one – my instructor is lending me a book containing all the possible questions to bone up with next week…
I’m just soooooooo happy *grin*
I also had a pretty damned good weekend.
A rather sketchy American lad came up from london to visit, well, okay – the visit part was secondary.
He actually came up to watch the Jerry Springer Opera with me, and go karaoke.
I was half expecting to see picketers outside the theatre because I’d been told there were some very militant christians campaigning against the show, but when we arrived there were very few people to be seen, it was 2.30 in the afternoon though so maybe they all showed up for the evening performance…
For me, the man who stole the show was not ‘Jerry’ It was Johan Pearson.
This actor had me in stitches while hardly speaking a word. He had the pleasure of playing ‘Steve’ Jerry’s head of security.
Now the first half was just ridiculously funny – in the way you expect from a Jerry Springer show, losers and misfits all vying for the spotlight as they air their dirty laundry, another actor worth mentioning was Trevor Jary his role of lovelorn transvestite was carried off with much relish and his personality even stood out amongst the crowd during the dance scenes when everyone wore the same costume.
The thing that struck me the most though was the musical score – how can you not laugh out loud at the words “crackwhore” and “stupid slut” being sung in full operatic voice and 4 point harmony?
I admit the second act had me squirming a little at certain points – and I’m not religious.
But let’s have a look at that shall we?
Jesus is portrayed as a large black man in a nappy.
Now, that I don’t really have a problem with – given the time and the area Jesus lived he probably was black, and a loin cloth is basically a nappy. (Umm.. That’s a diaper to all you yanks out there *grin*)
But to have him say he’s “a little bit gay” and then to have Mary come out and say she was abandoned by Jesus while the Devil tells her she was raped by god… well, that’s a bit much even for me to take.
But I did have a very childish giggle at the devil being called a “cunting cunting cunting cunting cunt” (again in full operatic 4 part harmony)
There were other bits that made me glad I hadn’t pushed to get the blokey to join us when he refused to see it, he is a catholic and after seeing the show I can fully understand his disgust at it.
But all in all I enjoyed the experience, it made me laugh out loud and I got to see some very talented men and women at work – not to mention shake hands with a very convincing Jerry *grin*
Still – since it wasn’t aimed at anything from the islamic faith at least I didn’t have to worry about the theatre being bombed while I was in it.
Nor did I have to watch my back as I entered and left for missiles or molotov cocktails, instead when we left there were 4 or 5 very polite people handing out leaflets entitled “Jerry springer the opera, what’s all the fuss about?” a rather well written and sane discussion about why this show is deemed horribly offensive.
I have to admit that I found it utterly hilarious in places and wouldn’t have a real objection to seeing it again in a theatre, but it would be a guilty pleasure because of the issues it raises about consideration and understanding of the faith of millions merely by it’s existance.
People agree that the killing and bombing of people and buildings that we’ve witnessed from those claiming to be of Islamic faith is wrong. Yet it also looks as though a case of the squeaky wheel gets the grease has become the way of the world.
Where’s the Jerry Springer show about Mohammed and the Taliban?
I can just hear the chorus of “talk to the, talk to the, talk to the Koran!” in that magical operatic 4 part harmony – certainly has more of a ring to it than “talk to the stigmata..”
Comments
Leave a Reply