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The Wedding Scene from Don Giovanni |
Hello noble readers.
This weekend I am going to a wedding which
promises to be a superlative couple of days amongst some fantastic
friends.
That said, being fond of
performance and pop culture I have to say this weekend is one of those times I
wish I could teleport or clone myself to magically indulge in some serious
cross UK, cross cultural activity.
So
for your delectation my futuristic fantasy of what 24
th – 25
th
November would hold.
Saturday:
I’d take in the
Celebrity Couples conference at the university of
Southampton –
hopefully catching the sessions on
The Romantic Myth of Kate and Spence or Antonio
Banderas and Melanie Griffith: From Latin Lover and Hollywood Bad Girl to Loyal
Husband and Aging Female Star .
Unfortunately
in order to catch the vows in sunny Manchester*, I will have to miss Watching
the Throne: Beyonce and Jay-Z: Managing Celebrity Authenticity in the
Blogosphere by a Salford based media lecturer, Dr Kirsty Fairclough.
Ah yes, if I had the power of instantaneous
travel, after the food, speeches and first dance at the
Magnificent Manchester Wedding, I could take
a breather and merely mosey across to Nottingham for my second viewing of the current
Opera North run of
Don Giovanni featuring a crazy wedding and
an even crazier gatecrasher, and the best “appeasing a jealous boyfriend”
scene I have ever witnessed.
Then back to raucous antics in Manchester for
the end of the wedding and possibly a hangover to end all hangovers.
Sunday:
What better way to ease my hangover than by catching up with friends over
breakfast lunch and in a blink I could either return to my home turf at The Drum to take in a film. Since there is a Q&A with
Express Punjab a documentary about drugs
in Pakistan that would be one option, or I could take full advantage of sci-fantasy transport methods and head even further south.
My second afternoon filmy choice would be
attending the brand spanking new Underwire film festival
addressing
why women “can’t” make featurefilms, with
Dreams of A Life director Carol Morley and (I’m trying to be sooo
cool about this and failing) my new twitter follower Hannah McGill, lists amongst a magnificent cv being former Artistic Director of the Edinburgh Film Festival.
After that I could Stealth Salvatore across
time and space
indulge in some mulled cider at
the German Market and a brat-best (they could never be called
wurst!) and finish off the night listening to the dulcet tones of
Terri Walker
back at The Drum .
Alas without the aid of a tardis, this weekend
will remain a fantasy and perhaps that’s for the best, after all friends and
family are pretty special in themselves.
*the blogger accepts no responsibility for the
accuracy of this statement or choking fits suffered by readers.