Tuesday, October 31, 2006

"We believe in fairies!"

Ah, pantomimes. The best thing that could happen to a child. Well, according to Enid Blyton, they are. That or a visit to the seaside. Or a really big, hard conker.

Anyway, I was reading on the Internet about how there's this one scene in the Peter Pan pantomimes where they get the audience to participate.

Tinkerball has been swatted and Peter cries desperately to the audience:

"Do you believe in fairies? If you believe, clap your hands!"

Everyone claps their hands and Tink comes back to life. (Luckily - or unluckily, really - the same doesn't apply in movie theatres at the end of "Saw" movies.)

I was just wondering what would happen if it was a really lame production and no one clapped. That would be pretty funny. Well, mean and soul-destroying to the actors, but still quite amusing. Don't worry, I only think about these things and usually lack the guts to orchestrate them in real life.

Would the actor just lie there? Or eventually get up in embarrassment? What if all the children started crying because Tinkerbell stayed dead? If they didn't have stage curtains they'd be pretty fire-trucked, no?

Ah, the lawsuits that would ensue - "Dear Blahblah Theatre, my 5 year old son now keeps asking me what happens when we die. You will be hearing from my lawyer soon. Yours Sincerely, Outraged Parent"

* Or in my case, custard puffs from Beard Papa, which I dreamily imagine to be much better than ANYTHING I've ever experienced. That's right, Lindt, you heard me - EVER.

After reading about the damn things in overseas blogs, I finally found out through the Food Pornographer that they are now available Perth. But... they're at Morley Galleria. And I know this sounds anal but as a South of the River dweller, I really don't like driving to places North of the River, except for Ikea and my sister's house.

Last night I had a dream where I lost my car in the Galleria car park, and had to rock climb up the stairs (they'd all turned into 135° steel ladders), just to get some of that crispy/soft melt-in-your-mouth custardy goodness. So an excursion is due, obviously.