That’s it – the mid-summer fun at “Party Pieces” has come and gone for yet another year. The air-con at the small hall at Ste Dode kept us all cool and out of the 30-degree heat outside. We kept each other and our audience wonderfully entertained and the usual theme of slowly getting older was much evident. Songs, sketches, piano playing, readings and even disaster poems were order of the day interspersed with plenty of hilarious police force anecdotes from Jenny, our commere for the day. I particularly remember being dragged onto the stage to pronounce a variety of French words which sounded exactly the same but meant something entirely different. Such are the problems that us Brits have to face in France. A poem from Maggie about little things of times gone bye – like the little blue bags of salt you used to get in crisps bags, bicycle clips, bus conductors and more kept us firmly locked in days of yore. Ian spent quite some time regaling us with his many ailments applicable only to men of a certain vintage and Chris polished off the afternoon’s fun with a hilarious story from the days when he lived in the Scottish Highlands and if you don’t believe there was actually a general practitioner called Dr Donald Duck (Mallaig’s quack) look him up on the internet. After a couple of hours of amateur and totally relaxed comedy we all dived into our hampers for the traditional shared picnic. Roll on next year. The ETC Poster Boy!
