Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part 57 Constable Henry Blott, aka, Koko, The Lord High Executioner, was on great form at this evening’s rehearsal, earlier in the day he had been called into the Chief Inspector’s office to be advised of his promotion to Police Sergeant. “The first round of drinks are on me this evening, gentlemen”, he proclaimed. A

The Vipan Chronicles

Intro: I unreservedly apologise to my regular readers (All three of you) for staying away so long. I haven’t been in a good place for a while and have suffered with the dreaded writers’ block. However, I’ve recently joined a ‘Spoken Word’ group which has rekindled my thought processes, in fact, I have a paid

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part 56 Thompson climbed down from his dorm window and waited a moment. It was well after lights out and Mrs Wormwood would, by now, have made her nightly visit to the food store in the kitchen in order to stock up on snacks for the evening. Thompson moved as silently as possible towards the

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part 55 The stated time and date for the open day at the school had arrived. The previous day had seen a flurry of activity in the kitchen, where cakes had been baked, along with biscuits, buns and a number of cream topped trifles. As parents arrived, they were greeted by the smiling faces of

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part 54 Mrs Wormwood was absent from breakfast; it transpired that she had been in some discomfort during the night but would hopefully be in attendance at morning assembly. David hopped from one foot to the other, chuckling and grimacing like a malevolent troll as he ladled out the porridge, doing his best to spill

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part 53 Walton Clegg, the cadaverous 80 year old, held his baton between his skeletal fingers and glanced towards his rehearsal pianist, Rosemary Clench, sister of local postmistress, Hepzibah Clench, and then back to the assembled chorus. At the deftest of waves from his baton, Miss Clench attacked the piano keyboard with a force that

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole Part 52 It was the first day of rehearsals for the Hallifield Light Opera Company under the direction of The Reverend Timothy Leech, Vicar of St. Cuthbert’s. This year’s production was to be The Mikado by Messrs’ Gilbert and Sullivan. As usual, the auditions had been a farce with the same leading

Thompson’s Lost Plimsole

Part 51 6.30 am. There had been a heavy frost overnight, leaving the grass and vegetation surrounding the school looking like a crystal covered fairyland. Each blade of grass, an icy pointer bedecked with jewel encrusted cobwebs.        With nothing to obstruct it, a chilly breeze blew across the school playing fields and wound itself around

Rockymodo the Musical

This will be the opening number in the show. The story of the hunchback starts in the market square where festivities are taking place. An actor is trying his best to interest the crowd in a mystery play that he is putting on. Someone in the crowd finds a door with a head sized hole

I Feel a Song Going Off

Many, many, many, many years ago, my dear friend Colin and I penned a musical review with songs originally written by John Junkin and Barry Cryer, for a radio comedy called ‘Hello Cheeky’ with music by Dennis King of ‘Black Beauty’ fame. We both wrote a couple of songs each just for good measure. I’ve