Thursday, 29 October 2015
BUS KING THEATRE - LONDON CALLS - IN THE EVENING STANDARD!
Bit late posting this, but at last Bus King Theatre got a smashing and long-overdue mention in London's most widespread newspaper The Evening Standard
Bravissimo Athena and Cesare!
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| Spotted by a friend! |
The show runs until Sunday 1st November in Spitalfields - still time to book your seats!
#Spitalfields
#Routemaster
#bus
#puppets
#London
Thursday, 22 October 2015
A letter to Mayur the peacock
| "What a wonderful thing it is to feel as proud as a peacock!" The postcard I wrote as from Mayur (the peacock)for the India issue of Eco Kids magazine got a fair few replies but none so fine as the letter below...  |
| An illustrated letter to Mayur the peacock |
Saturday, 17 October 2015
The Dragon Stone
The
Dragon Stone
Heidi stared into the flickering flames
of the campfire and warmed her hands. The sun had disappeared behind the
mountains and the air had become sharp and chilling. She sipped her cup of hot,
sweet tea and rested her head on her grandfather’s shoulder.
“Why couldn’t we have camped in the caves
behind, Gramps?” she asked. “It would have been much warmer…”
Her grandfather shook his head and
smiled. “Those caves go deep under the mountains – no one has ever reached the
end of them. You never know what animals might be spending the winter months in
hibernation there. Perhaps a sleepy bear decides it’s time to wake up…or maybe
a dragon thinks he can smell his supper!”
“A dragon, Gramps?” cried Heidi “There’s
no such thing as dragons!”
The old man looked deep into the fire, as
if deciding how he was going to reply. He coughed a little.
Heidi shivered, but it wasn’t the cold. “Steady on, Gramps!”
The old man chuckled. “Then again, other
stories describe the creatures as shy and gentle... “
“I’d far rather think of them as friendly…as
we’re camping out here tonight!” Heidi whispered.
“Yes, me too!” her grandfather winked,
before continuing.
“There
was a young girl from our village, about the same age as you, oh many, many years
ago, long before you were born. One day, as she was hanging out the washing for
her mother, she realised that within moments of pegging something on the line,
it became bone-dry! And when she took the laundry down again, she discovered a
small beast, no bigger than a horse, asleep in the field behind her house. While
it snored, it was blowing out such red-hot air that it had dried the washing
like a heater! The girl was terrified and she ran off to fetch her brother. By
the time they returned, however, the creature had
“Here, have some water, Gramps. Did the
girl keep the stone?” Heidi asked.
“Yes, she did, for a dragon’s stone is
supposed to have healing powers, curing anything from coughs and colds to
chickenpox!”
“And did she ever see the dragon again?” Heidi
wondered.
Night had now fallen and a blanket of
stars winked from the dark skies over the mountains behind them. Her grandfather
sighed and coughed again. Heidi put her arms around him protectively and closed
her eyes.
“When
the girl grew-up, she went to study in the city and became a scientist and
explorer. But she never forgot the little dragon she had seen as a child and
many years later, she returned to her village, determined to find it. She
believed it must have been living in the deepest caves of the mountains,
perhaps with others. One cold morning in 1709, she bid farewell to her family and
set off on her quest, taking the dragon stone with her.”
“So, did
she ever find the dragon, Gramps?” Heidi yawned. It had been a long day of
walking and she was feeling very sleepy now.
The old man hesitated. “No one knows. She
was never seen again…”
Heidi had fallen asleep. When she awoke in
the morning, there was a cold, heavy mist in the air, yet the campfire was
still burning with an intense heat and strange brightness. As she helped her
grandfather pack-up their things for the new day’s hiking, Heidi realised that he
wasn’t coughing any more. Suddenly she felt a tremor that seemed to come from
the heart of the mountains and the flames of the fire disappeared, as if
blown-out like a candle, except that there was no wind that morning, not even a
breeze.
Heidi gasped. There in the glowing embers,
lay a stone. A smooth, blue-black stone the colour of night…
Monday, 12 October 2015
Saturday, 10 October 2015
Friday, 9 October 2015
They Tuck You Up
It may not be National Poetry Day any more, but here's a delightful poem to motor you through to next week and beyond.
Based on Larkin's deliciously cynical "This Be The Verse", "They Tuck You Up" is a sort of antidote to the iconic original.
Perhaps a bit too sweet? No, we all need a bit of hope now and again.
Based on Larkin's deliciously cynical "This Be The Verse", "They Tuck You Up" is a sort of antidote to the iconic original.
Perhaps a bit too sweet? No, we all need a bit of hope now and again.
Thursday, 8 October 2015
To celebrate National Poetry Day: "There's a whole world in my park"
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| 'There's a whole world in my park..." |
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
Rolling back into town...
BUS KING THEATRE arrives at Spitalfields to present their fabulous puppet adaptation of London Calls!
Roll-up, roll-up and book your tickets by calling Athena on: 07935462605 or email: buskingtheatre@gmail.com
And you can now follow the Bus King Theatre on Facebook
Roll-up, roll-up and book your tickets by calling Athena on: 07935462605 or email: buskingtheatre@gmail.com
And you can now follow the Bus King Theatre on Facebook
#LondonCalls
#BusKingTheatre
#tatepublishing
Monday, 5 October 2015
SOUTH KEN KIDS FESTIVAL 2015
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Happy Birthday OKIDO!
Okido was 5 years old this issue...the wonderful art and science magazine for kids I've been lucky enough to have worked on for the past - 8 - years now