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Saw the History Boys on stage last night

In two words: FUCKING AMAZING.

And: If you are in Vancouver until the first week of November, go see it, go see it NOW.

The Arts Club on Granville Island wonapos;t actually let you choose seating when you book tickets online (bizarre), and since we were one of the first to book for yesterday night, we ended up front and centre, looking up at the actors whenever they had their narrative monologues at the edge of the stage. None of us were complaining. >:3

Granted a couple of the boys/men-acting-as-boys had wobbly Brit accents, but the chap who played Dakin is actually is a Geordie, so listening to him try to speak in a much posher English accent was equally as amusing as the Canadians sort of wibbling around their extended apos;aapos; vowels. XD The actor for Posner was especially weak with the accent, though he had a lovely singing voice ... And incredibly bony knees. They were proper sharp corners whenever he was sitting in his seat, for feckapos;s sakes.

Scripps in particular was quite special - the actor looked very scrubbed-up and perfectly embodied a rosy-cheeked boy enamoured (albeit with some amusement) with God, and tended to steal any scene where he spoke. I wanted to sort of tuck him away in a box and take him home.

I personally loved the selection of music from the time period - genius choices, and absolutely clever use thereof to play whilst the set pieces were moved and shifted around by the actors in the dim light (what a clever conceit), sometimes singing marching songs whilst doing so. XD The use of The Smiths classic apos;How Soon Is Nowapos; as the indicator of the final scene with Hector before intermission was gold, just for having that signature guitar chord and Morrissey mourning that famous line.

I shamefully admit to nearly tearing up at that point, but I needed a drink, so I didnapos;t.

Overall, the play was just wonderful: the actors for the boys had fantastic chemistry, especially during the incredibly camp scenes where they act out famous scenarios and have a go at each other: the best one being the entirely French act where Dakin enters a brothel and seeks out a prostitute (all the other boys), only to have it turn very quickly into a fake WWI drama once the headmaster catches them at it, trousers off. XD

Oh, and being front and centre, I got a great view of Dakin in his pants. A+.
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I am now apparently working at another goth shop now, though this one is brilliantly more stimulating. Granted itapos;s the Halloween rush and the store is inevitably packed (as it is tiny), but the owner is just top class - incredibly creative, absolutely hysterical and awesome, and with a mind-boggling ability to remember everything told to her while juggling about customer demands at once. Insane.

a north west mountain police uniform, cloete breytenbach, cloete, cloests, cloestrol.