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I always remember waiting in anticipation for Monday nights. Monday’s were always rubbish, going back to school etc, but at 10.00pm at night on TV there was ‘Appointment With Fear’ where they would show old classic horror films. As a kid I was totally fascinated by these ‘forbidden gems’… alas my parents had far more sense than me and packed me off to bed as the intro titles were rolling.
Yet that sense of intrigue has always stayed with me throughout my whole life… even with crappy old horror films.
I always loved doing ‘spin’ paintings at the fair. I loved being allowed to make a mess. This has inspired me to make more mess!!!
Like many young people I spent hours drawing and painting on any on any available scrap of paper. One time, aged 6 1/2, i sent a dinosaur picture to Tony Hart at Vision On (then a popular arts programme) – 3 weeks later it appeared on ‘The Gallery’ progressing across the screen to the familiar music…RESULT!!! I was hooked from there on in…
I will never forget playing ‘Indiana Jones and the temple of doom’ with my brother (aged about 6!). How creative he was in directing me as a deadly trap – broom in hand – ready to chop him in half.
I’ve been acting, creating and listening to his crazy ideas ever since (he is now an artist and I am a very passionate drama teacher).
I remember going on ‘The Saturday Show’ on TV when I was a kid. (about 6 years old). Sat next to Rod Hull and Emu I was shocked to find Rod had a false arm and had his real arm inside Emu. It was then I realised Emu was just a puppet. But instead of being upset it opened up all the magic of TV and stage craft and from that point onwards I became hooked on the magic of the stage and screen. I even own my own Emu now as well…
I had once a teacher who tried to boost our imagination and our creative skills. I wasn’t reading much then, even if I knew it from the age of 4.
One day, she fixed a picture on the bookcase shell
( we knew later it was a zoomed picture of a tree trunk) and told us: “Imagine and write what you feel about this picture”
Another day she spelled us several words and we had to write our own dictionary definitions. She also encouraged us to write short stories or poems.
I wasn’t a very good pupil either then but I got the best ratings with her. That teacher left her mark on me. Once and for all.
And it was rewarding: I started reading a lot and found happiness in it. Now I’ve got a master of literature and I can’t spend a day without reading and imaging stories.
Me and my sister used to read Just Seventeen when we were just thirteen. It used to get delivered every Thursday morning and after she read it (she was older than me) I would read it. They used to run short stories, normally teenage romance angst kind of stuff, which I think were submitted by readers so one day I plucked up the courage to write my own story. At the time I was obsessed with unhappy endings so I wrote something suitably depressing. I think I was a relatively happy teenager so I’m not sure why my stories were always so morose – maybe it was down to my mum’s collection of Danielle Steel books that I read at a tender age. Anyhow I never plucked up the courage to send the story in to Just Seventeen. But I remember the feeling of satisfaction I got out of finishing the story – even though I must have rewritten it about ten times…crafting each sentence.
My haven at school was the music department, I spent every lunch time there hanging out with a few friends. It was a place you weren’t supposed to be, but as a member of the orchestra – and I guess a favourite of the teacher – we got a special pass. My music teacher inspired and amused us all, he seemed beyond the ‘normal world of school ‘ and I knew that he valued and respected his muso students. Being part of the orchestra allowed me to learn all about commitment, team work, dedication, friendship and the importance of getting a round of applause every once in a while. All very valuable things still for a 32 year old.
Just been reading through curious stories. There are so many inspiring and funny stories in there from famous people from varied parts of the arts about what inspired them to be and do what they are today. Now I read something by a musician that I once played with many years ago. The very first gig I ever played with a band called trunty me jazzo, odd name I know but if anyone remembers, we were pretty good, and we played at Lancaster university. Towards the end of the set this guy asked if he could get up and sing with us and so we said yes, I also later found out that he was the dance artist called Felix who I’ve only just learned now from reading the book he is one half of Basement jaxx!!!!! Well just goes to show that you learn something new and can be inspired everyday. I’m off to pick up my guitar.
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