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Author Archives: lesleyjonesberry
The final voyage
In November 2010, we went to hear Stornoway at Southampton Students’ Union. Our then-teenage son had sparked my interest in contemporary music after a gap of many years. He introduced me to live gigs and this was our first “family” … Continue reading
Meet and greet
What does an hour and a half watching Mark Rylance dressed in a bright orange puffed jacket clowning and making snow angels on stage actually give me, apart from pleasure? Continue reading
Posted in Moving on, Theatre
Tagged literature, Live performance, Mark Rylance, Nice Fish, Shakespeare
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We are such stuff as dreams are made on
I don’t believe in ghosts. But once someone has died, I think they continue with us. They continue in our memories and through their children (if lucky enough to have them): a tilt of the head or a look suddenly … Continue reading
Posted in Theatre
Tagged Hamlet, Live performance, Simon Russell Beale, Stratford, The Tempest
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Quick now, here, now, always.
Moving to London meant leaving my job – obviously – and I am searching for work. Writing applications is laborious (oh, the irony that hunting for work is itself hard work) and disquieting. I cannot know how long this process … Continue reading
Posted in Moving on, Theatre
Tagged Alan Bennett, Hamlet, literature, Live performance, narrative, Shakespeare, Simon Russell Beale, TS Eliot
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Transition
I wanted to assert that we are homeless. To some small extent this may be true – when we left the house in Hampshire, we had no date for moving into the London flat, and we are currently dependent upon … Continue reading
Books do furnish a room
The house clearance has reached the bookcases. I have known people who say they never get rid of any of their books and feel that disposing of them is somehow diminishing: perhaps we need to keep the physical object in … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Moving on
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Stuff
It is remarkable how much stuff we have accumulated. Things we have been given, things we have bought, things we have inherited, things we have made. Old stuff and new stuff. Some of it well-loved and well-used; much of it … Continue reading
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Leaving home
We plan to move in September, from a house we will have lived in for 14 years. Before we came here, married life had seen us living in six different rented dwellings. We moved round the country and averaged two … Continue reading
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I was not angry until this instant
On Wednesday 9th March the Junior Doctors begin another strike. I will be joining them on a picket line. I have never demonstrated against anything in my life before and I have never gone on strike. So part of me … Continue reading
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