The Central theatre, Chatham, now there is a place that has
featured regularly in my life.
Performed up on stage in my preteens as part of my ballet
school’s big show, visited it every year of my secondary school life for speech
day, the award giving night where the students who had passed exams would go up
on stage to collect their certificates whilst their parents sat in the audience
all aglow.
Watched proudly as my own boys sang their hearts out in a
choir at a school music festival and a pair of vintage swimming trunks I’d
donated got wolf whistled while being modelled in a charity fashion show.
And finally pondered this weekend whether the two old girls
who sat never cracking a smile apart from when presented with ice cream had
maybe mistakenly thought they were seeing Russell Grant or Russ Conway when
they booked the tickets for what was in fact a brilliant and very funny but not
for the faint hearted Russell Kane stand up comedy show.
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