Saturday, 12 June 2010
Tango woman strikes bronze
We saw Five Soldiers, a piece of contemporary dance which followed five soldiers through training (monotonous drill) into a tight-knit unit (while revealing their individual personalities). It showed clearly that behind the uniform and discipline are real people, with real passions and pain. Given feelings about the war in Afghanistan, I was surprised (and saddened) that the audience was so sparse.
'It's the world cup,' said Rachel.
Ah yes. Of course. Nothing more important.
‘To be honest, I preferred the one with the whirling monks,’ said Rachel. ‘Or the one where they captured members of the audience and put them in bin bags.’
‘Yeah, me too.’ I felt awful saying it but no, it's not a feelgood show. Not when one of the soldiers ends up losing his legs.
‘We didn’t laugh at this one,’ I said.
‘No,’ said Rachel, rather sadly. We have spent several productions weeping quietly into our handbags, disguising snorts with bouts of coughing. It’s great for the soul – probably doesn’t work so well for the performers.
We didn't laugh much on the way home.
Yesterday my lovely brown legs and I spent the day attacking the garden with particular verve and vim. Today we shall go and see David Bellamy in the churchyard (no, he’s not dead – just opening our revamped church).
I won’t be wearing a spaghetti-strapped dress but, curiously, I will be feeling happier about my summer self. Not just because I've found my ideal bronze but because I still have a pair of legs to get brown (one way or another). And that's simply not a choice for some of those soldiers coming back from Afghanistan.
PS - check out Project Mobility - a great small charity.