Wilde Theatre - by Neil Titley
Performance and News
2006 November: Wednesday Returning on the overnight train from Varanasi, we were met by Vinod’s husband Shalendra outside Delhi main station. As our trip down the Ganges had been something of an indulgence, I was now keen to find out […]
[So far – the group has temporarily left Delhi on a tourist trip by train to Varanasi on the Ganges.] When I re-awoke at 4am, we were somewhere near Lucknow. The air conditioning vent was right next to me, and […]
INDIA – NOV/DEC, 2006 GURGAON 2006 November: Friday The shows in India were perhaps the best organised, most widely publicised, and most prestigious of all the tours. And, for the only time, I was not alone as a performer – […]
1996 December: Broedergemeente, Ziest, Near Utrecht As we travelled across Holland the next day, the Dutch clichés multiplied – windmills, canals, bicycles, the countryside flat as a snooker table, (we christened a couple of large barns ‘the Dutch Alps’). Our […]
HOLLAND – December 1996 I had a bone to pick with Holland. Well, not actually Holland, but with an event that had taken place there about ten years previously. On a morning during which I spent over an hour standing […]
While lacking the exoticism of some of the more far-flung tours, and certainly lacking the dangers of Arabia, Europe still proved to be fertile ground for the Wilde saga. Originally, I thought that my lack of language skills would prove […]
The story so far: Whilst on a coach tour of Iceland I arrived at the spot where the tectonic plates of Europe and North America divide and I started on a short walk. Then: 1997 September: Saturday Having shifted slightly […]
1997 September: Thursday As the plane started its slow descent towards Reykjavik, the Icelandair pilot’s voice came over the speaker: “The time in Iceland is one hour behind the one in front”. Fair enough, I suppose. I’d spent the previous […]
Back at the Tremont Hotel lobby, I waited for the arrival of my Boston contacts. Betsy and Bob. Bob had known my old friend Scots Tony even longer than I’d known him. But, to me, they were still strangers. I […]
To continue the exploration, I strolled along what turned out to be the aptly named Winter Street. Outside Macy’s Department Store, a tall black saxophonist was playing ‘On the Sunny Side of the Street’ as snowflakes settled on his shoulders. […]