Comedy Concerts #100DaysOfOldDays

Day 85 #100DaysOfOldDays

We snaked off on a wee holiday so we’re a bit behind on our #100DayProject posts. I checked with the project police and they assured us that it’s not a punishable offence, so we’ll carry on where we left off!

The photos alone could tell today’s story, but I will explain. In the 80’s our concerts and comedy sketches were like no other. They were unusual, colourful, true to life, and best of all, hilarious!

If I remember rightly, the director of these shows was local man, Peter McConnell. We always called him Petesy. He was the chief organiser and wholly responsible for interviewing the extremely talented actors for all his shows. He went to great lengths to source the perfect cast for each sketch! His actors were so skilled at their job that forgetting their lines was never an issue…they just made up new lines as they went along!

The ladies in my first photo were the cast of the ‘Exercise Class’ comedy sketch. Back row; Ann Burmiston (Martin), Mary McCabe, Moira Tully, Ann McIntyre, Shirley Millar, Bertie Murtagh – the class instructor. Front row; Mary Burmiston, Veronica McEntee and Pauline Fox.

Next is a photo of ‘Snow White and the seven dwarfs’. It was difficult to find seven men with the specific qualities needed for the role of the dwarfs. But, Petesy found his men!

Back row; Martin Hannigan as Dopey, Phil Fox as Bashful, Hugh Tully as Happy, Josie Deignan as Sleepy, Micheál Bird as Sneezy. Missing from the photo; Bill Fisher as Grumpy and Jimmy Gilsenan as Doc. Front row; Me as Snow White, James McConnell as Prince Charming and Linda McCluskey (McDonald) as the fairy godmother.

I can’t remember the name of this sketch, but I do know that Phil Fox is on the toilet and Jimmy Gilsenan has his back to us. Veronica is in the bed.

The photo below is the same sketch – I think – but possibly played on a different night because there’s a different woman in the bed. (Although, maybe that was part of the story.)

Next on my list is a sketch I did a couple of times with Josey Deignan. This musical piece de resistance was called ‘A hole in the Bucket.’

We had as much fun – if not more – during rehearsals as we had on the nights of the concerts.

Behind the Stage Antics.

The concerts weren’t entirely made up of comical acts. There were musicians and singers performing, including the fantastic singer Teresa Cullivan. Teresa had a strong passionate singing voice and sang ‘Danny Boy’ and ‘Sweet Sixteen’ exceptionally well.

Lucy’s drawing of two friends enjoying an evening of comedy.

Pot, Kettle #100DaysOfOldDays

Day 58 #100DaysOfOldDays

A fun post today for Charli Mills’ 99-word Story Challenge.

She calls me black; I say the same back. 

She’s older than me, jealous you see.  

Water falls piping from my curvy spout, 

she splatters and drips from her tiny pout. 

She’s boring and plain, I’m impressive and vain. 

I’ve come so far since days of old, 

I shine like silver and sometimes gold.  

I can be tall, small, skinny or fat, 

Mrs Pot; she’s not all that. 

I whistle and sing, I let off steam, 

I invite Mr Teapot to join my team. 

Teapot and kettle on proud display, 

while Mrs Pot to her dismay, stays hidden away.  

Mystic Mabel #100DaysOfOldDays

Day 56 #100DaysOfOldDays

That day in the late 70’s/early 80’s when my mam agreed to be the fortune teller at a fête in Tierworker (a small neighbouring village) was a day she’ll never forget. She wasn’t asked to be the fortune teller because of any psychic abilities she possessed. No, it was because they knew she’d do it for the fun! It was just an added attraction to the day’s activities. 

You can read in this post, about how she always enjoyed dressing up and acting the lad at the festivals. All for a good laugh! Loved to entertain.  

This gig was slightly different. Mam arrived at her caravan in good time, dressed as Mystic Mabel. Someone else had arrived early too; a woman unknown to her, keen to have her fortune told. Everyone knew everyone in the small town, but this woman was a stranger. 

Mystic Mabel went for a little walk around the field, to check out the entertainment. She still had at least an hour or so before the door of her mystical caravan was due to open to the public. 

The strange woman came to her and asked, “When will you be starting?” 

“Soon,” replied Mystic Mabel. 

The woman followed her around the field watching her. She asked several times, “When will you be starting?” 

The time came for Mystic Mabel to return to her caravan—with the stranger close behind. She was first in to have her fortune told. She was a little stressed about family matters; people had fallen out. Mystic Mabel reassured her that everything would be alright and soon everyone would make up. She was pleased with her reading and left happy. Mystic Mabel was relieved that she had hit the right notes! 

Next in the door was a local woman.  

“Hello Mystic Mabel. I’d like my fortune told,” she said.  

Mystic Mabel took her hand and looked into her palm. “You’re married.” 

“I am” 

“You’re married a long time,” Mystic Mabel said. 

 “Yea, about 40 years or more,” the woman replied. 

Mystic Mabel peered closer at the lines on the palm of the woman’s hand. 

“You’ve one child. Mm… let me see. Boy or girl? It’s a boy. You’ve a son!” 

“Yes, yes…that’s right. That’s Martin. My son Martin.” The woman wasvery pleased with the accuracy of Mystic Mabel’s insight.” She stared into her own hands, as if she too might be clairvoyant.  

Mabel spoke again, taking a risk. “You’re going to be a rich woman.” 

“Oh am I?” 

“Yes, there’s a big sum of money coming your way.” 

“Funny you should say that. I did get a lump of money. I got it from America.” 

“Oh that’s lovely for you,” Mystic Mabel smiled and continued. “You have a brother.” 

“Yes. He got some money too.”  

She left all delighted with herself and amazed at the wisdom of Mystic Mabel. She stood outside the caravan telling the others how great this fortune teller was. “She’s great…told me things that nobody but me knows about. And she’s real too. She has one of those diamonds stuck to her forehead.” 

Next visitor to the caravan was a young lad. Not a stranger this time! 

“Hello,’ Mystic Mabel greeted him.  

“Hello. I want you to tell me my fortune.” 

“You’re very sad looking,” she said. 

“Aw…I fell out with my girlfriend.” 

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll soon find another one,” Mabel said as she examined his palm. 

“Do you think so?” he replied. 

“I’m sure of it. I can see a young lady here and she has long black hair. She’s a lovely girl and you’ll meet her soon. There’ll not be a bother on you then.” 

His eyes lit up the whole caravan. “Oh God that’s great.” Just as he was leaving, he turned back to Mystic Mabel and asked, “What colour did you say her hair was?” 

“Black.”  

Lads from the tug-o-war team came in and they gave Mystic Mabel a run for her money with all sorts of questions; all to do with women and money. It was a bit of fun for them though! 

She really didn’t expect anyone to take it seriously!  

Mystic Mabel hung up her costume that day and never told fortunes again! 

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Lucy’s crystal ball.