Shared Journeys: The Ups and Downs of Touring Together

Tourists at the Tower of London

I like my own company. Me, myself and I make a happy team. We’ve been to the theatre, just us, to the cinema solo, holidayed alone and thoroughly enjoyed it. You do what you want, when you want, how you want. Fancy spending an hour simply gazing at the sky? No problem! Want to idle in front of Monet’s Water Lilies for half a day? Just do it.

Lovely, but if there’s one thing better than journeying alone it’s sharing the experience with a like-minded companion. For example, my Mum and I have just one guide wherever we go and whatever we do: Spontaneity Rules!

I can’t count the amount of weird and wonderful food we’ve tried, the top tickets we’ve acquired and the amazing times we’ve had all over the world – and at home too! – from being spontaneous. Fantastic!

But how about if we include more people on the journey? Not just two or three friends but a proper group tour? I’ve worked as a tour guide and workshop leader for many years so I’ve had lots of experience leading tours. I’ve lived in London for most of my life so have seen hundreds of tours passing through the tourist spots. And I’ve also been on several group tours myself. Here are some of my highlights…

My 10 favourite group tour moments:

  1. Getting chosen to be one of the tasters on the Jameson Whisky Tour – and getting rewarded with another drink as a thank-you! Such a great experience and I even have a certificate to prove it.
  2. Taking groups of 7-11 year olds on tours through Darwin’s Garden at Down House and seeing the ‘lightbulb moment’ when they clocked Natural Selection in action all around them! (BTW I can recommend the OpenLearn course on Natural Selection if you’re a bit woolly on this…followed by a visit to Down House of course!)
  3. The backpacks/heavy walking shoes/vast picnics/huge range of clothing you see groups with in central London. Seriously folks, it’s a city, not Mount Everest.
  4. Seeing people’s thrilled faces every time I managed to take a group on the Olivier Theatre stage when leading a National Theatre backstage tour
  5. …and seeing people’s amazed faces when they saw the size of the construction workshops at the National Theatre. You’d never believe there was a whole factory hidden back there.
  6. Not very enjoyable at the time but now I look back and laugh…I worked weekends at Madame Tussauds during my degree and people used to make up ‘fake tour groups’ by collecting individuals from the queue and forming an impromptu tour group so they could get a group discount. Showed initiative but there was always a fuss about having to pay together, not being able to re-enter, people changing their mind and going back to the other queue leaving too few people to be a group, etc, etc. Chaos often ensued.
  7. A walking tour of Jerusalem with a great guide and a very interesting group of people – including my spontaneous Mum! (The whole holiday came about rather unexpectedly but that’s another story…)
  8. A tour of the cellar, winery and museum at Castellriog including of course tasting the delicious cava and lovely local food. Cava is sooo much nicer than prosecco!
  9. A tour of Brighton sewers – there’s an entire world hidden away down there! Utterly fascinating.
  10. Going backstage at Phantom of the Opera at Her Majesty’s Theatre – I first saw that show at just 6 years old so it was like magic going back! Even though I now work in theatre and have seen all kinds of backstage, they all have their own particular magic and I’ve loved every theatre tour I’ve taken!

Shared journeys…they have a certain je ne sais quoi…

 

 

 

 

You never forget your first Pantomime

It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

My first memory of going to the theatre was the pantomime. I can’t remember whether it was Jack and the Beanstalk, Dick Whittington, Cinderella or another one of those traditional tales, but I remember people onstage, I remember singing, I remember colour and light. I remember sweets being thrown and people from the audience climbing up on stage. I even remember where I was sitting, more or less. It was likely to be somewhere in London and I was definitely pre-school age. A very early experience of theatre, and one, I’d suspect, shared by several theatre goers. Pantomime, although filled with salty innuendo for the grownups is a perfect first-time theatre experience for children.

Everyone’s geared up for a more relaxed atmosphere.

There’s audience participation:

‘he’s behind you!’

‘oh no he isn’t! oh yes he is!’

There’s the panto horse, the chase, the dancers, the Principal Boy (britches and boots clad girl), the Dame (fabulously frilly-gowned gent). You get so used to the well-loved cliches of pantomime that you forget there was a time when they were fresh, unlearned, unfamiliar.

As I got slightly older I became quite a fan of the Dame. I recall donning a flowery dress and lots of red lipstick while my sister toddled about with a fluffy cat and a bundle on a stick as Dick Whittington and our mum gamely took on the uncoveted role of Alice, staging our own bijou version.

Pantomime has a rich theatrical history in Britain, where it’s a huge part of our holiday traditions. In the December and New Year period, pretty much every theatre, both amateur and professional will stage one. Panto has origins in the improvisation and colourful stock characters of the Commedia dell’arte of 16th century Italy, as well as the stars, songs and variety acts of Music Hall.

I’ve seen many pantomimes over the years. Some have been great fun, others a bit rubbish. Sometimes I’m really in the cheery panto mood, on other occasions the thought of singing along with an Aussie soap star and a theatre full of sugar-filled children to the latest pop hit has me running for the hills.

That first visit to the pantomime may not be very clear in my mind, but it started a whole lifetime of visits to the the theatre. I must have seen absolutely thousands of shows over the years and I even ended up working in the industry.

Maybe I never quite got over that first burst of panto magic…

 

Written for the WordPress Weekly Discover Challenge: Opening Line

Ironically, my first time. And, hopefully, like my first trip to the theatre, not the last!

Image: Aladdin Pantomime, Nottingham Playhouse 2008, by KlickingKarl (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0) or GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)], via Wikimedia Commons