So as you know I was down in Yorkshire revently for the British Craft Trade Fair. This year I travelled south a day early and took a detour via Blackpool to visit my friends Rob and Kev, who I lived with after I graduated from college. They took me in as their lodger back in the day and pretty much adopted me and I’ve always been referred to as their dutiful daughter and I’ve always called them Daddy Rob and Daddy Kev. However I’m now seen more as the Prodigal Son because I’ve been rubbish at keeping in touch and not been to visit them since I moved up to Scotland – oops.
They’re both involved in Blackpool Operatics and have been for years. Their show for 2018 was Pricilla Queen of the Desert and the dates coincided with my visit down south so I just had to go and see it and them. I’d seen the film when it first came out years ago and could barely remember the story and I deliberately didn’t ask for any details about the show as I just wanted to experience it fully on the night. I couldn’t imagine how the film could be translated for the stage. When it started I was totally amazed and blown over.
My Daddy Rob was in the lead role.
Daddy Kev, musical director…
And it was totally fabulous from start to finish!!
I so wish I’d taken photos as the costumes were breathtaking and totally hilarious at times. They got a standing ovation at every performance and rightly so. Here are a few pics I managed to pinch from their Facebook page.
If there had been a matinee the following day I would’ve bought a ticket and gone to see the show again it was that good. But instead I spent the day revisiting old haunts from my student days and gasping in amazement at the things that have changed and the things that have remained the same – see my next post for that.