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Heroes & Sweethearts - Aldridge Musical Comedy Society. Cannock 22-23 May 2015

Pack Up Your Troubles and return to 1940s wartime Britain with a concert of song and dance to celebrate the 70th anniversary of VE Day.

Heroes and Sweethearts is the latest offering from the marvelous Aldridge Musical Comedy Society (AMCS) and will be on at the Prince of Wales Theatre, Cannock, 22-23 May 2015. For almost 50 years, AMCS have been delivering quality productions and Heroes and Sweethearts is no exception.

Numbers include: In the Mood, White Cliffs of Dover, We’ll Meet Again, Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, It Don’t Mean a Thing and Chattanooga Choo Choo, all which will have the audience singing and tapping in their seats.

Heroes & Sweethearts is the brainchild of producer Julie Lamb and will be supported by a full band with musical direction from Mark Baylis and choreography by Sarah Hemming.

The show is being staged in partnership with the Royal British Legion, an association which came about through negotiation between AMCS costume designer, Sarah Carter and Alison Bates of the Legion. The hope is not only to honour the events of World War II, but also raise money for a fantastic charity which continues to support our armed forces past and present.


Left to Right: Julie Lamb, Sgt Dan O’Sullivan, Alison Bates, Sarah Carter.

One such recipient of Legion support is Sgt Dan O’Sullivan who in 2011 was assaulted and left with serious head injuries. After a lengthy spell in hospital, Dan spent time at the Portland College, Mansfield, a stay partly funded by the Legion. At the college, Dan learned to walk, talk, eat and drive again and has since had further assistance to adapt his home in order to allow independent living. Dan is a keen supporter of local fund raising activities and is looking forward to seeing the show.

Performances Friday 22 to Saturday 23 May 2015 at 7.30 pm (with additional Saturday Matinee – 2.30 pm). Tickets can be obtained from the box office on 01543 578762 or by going online to www.aldridgemcs.co.uk with options to book direct from AMCS.

Don’t miss out on this magnificent experience.



£6/Child (U16).


What’s the buzz? Let me tell you what’s happening. Classic rock opera, Jesus Christ Superstar is in the region for three nights only. The groundbreaking musical by Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber which has delighted audiences for decades is on at the Prince of Wales Theatre, Cannock from the 20th to 22nd November 2014.

Originally produced as a concept album, the musical arrangements on Jesus Christ Superstar mix rock with the classical in multi-layered dynamics which are as fresh today as 40 years ago. The score features well known numbers including: Heaven on Their Minds, I Don’t Know How to Love Him, the semi-comical, Herod’s Song, and of course, Superstar.

Performed by a magnificent cast with excellent musical direction and choreography, Jesus Christ Superstar tells the story of the final days of Christ and his ultimate betrayal by Judas Iscariot. Beginning with uplifting exuberance, events quickly turn with the arrest and trial of Christ, leading to its poignant conclusion. The production contains a passionate portrayal of characters, triumph, struggle and subsequent tragedy.

This current show is the latest offering from the excellent Aldridge Musical Comedy Society (AMCS). For almost 50 years, AMCS have been delivering quality productions and Jesus Christ Superstar is no exception.

Staged from Thursday 20 to Saturday 22 November 2014, tickets can be obtained from the box office on 01543 578762 or by going to www.aldridgemcs.co.uk with options to book direct from AMCS or online.

Don’t miss out on a rare chance to share in this magnificent experience.

£12/adult, £10/Concessions and £6/Child.




This week, the Forest Art Centre is home to a murder mystery musical from Aldridge Musical Comedy Society: Thursday 25 to Saturday 27 April (7.30pm plus 2.30pm Saturday Matinee),

For over 40 years, AMCS has been putting out quality performances and Deduction, will be no exception. Written by musical director Ben Batt, this original production pays homage to murder mysteries of old.

Great detective, Noel Uckholmes is invited to a fancy dress ball in order to witness the reading of the last will and testament of Lady Stourbridge, a woman killed in suspicious circumstances. Each of those gathered is not only a potential beneficiary, but also suspect for the murder and as the evening progresses, we find she is not the only one to meet a sticky end. But will you be able to deduct whodunnit?

The show is at Forest Art Centre, Hawbush Lane, Leamore, WS3 1AG. Tickets are £10/adult & £8/Concessions with a family bundle (2+2), £30. They can be obtained by calling 0845 111 2898 or by going to the AMCS website.


Deduction - Aldridge Musical Comedy Society



Accident-prone … Me?

Ugh! I’ve been ill these past couple of weeks. Starting on that day out in London, my sore throat developed into a full blown cold as reported last week and continued for much of this one. I am, thankfully, over it. Yesterday morning was the best day for ages. I felt bright, cheerful and raring to go at the monthly meeting of the Walsall Adult Writers. Then I walked into this …

Yes, that’s my loft ladder, left open while I was putting stuff up there and when I came upstairs with more things, I didn’t notice it as I was too busy reading while walking … and then smacked my head against the trap.


Yes, there was blood and maybe getting into the bath twenty minutes later wasn’t a good idea but it had stopped by then.

Thing is, as I’d decided I was going to blog about it, I needed a photo, which is the one you’ve just seen. However, my camera was downstairs so after lowering the hatch once more, later in the evening, I went to get it. I was returning upstairs (You know where this is going, don’t you), switched on my camera, didn’t look where I was walking and hit the bloody thing for the second time in one day.

Okay, on this occasion there was no injury and my staircase didn’t resemble a scene out of Saw, but I was disorientated. I retreated back downstairs to grab a drink from the kitchen.

Now, a lesson also to learn is that when it is dark and you have to go through your living room to reach the said kitchen, it’s a good idea to turn on the light, especially when the kitchen is in darkness, too. And if you’ve forgotten that you left the kitchen door like this …

Not my day, really. I suppose I am a little accident-prone. Still, I can relax now. All I have to do is write this roast. Oh yes, I also have to repair that loose floorboard. Now where’s the hammer and those nails?

The Sun always shines …

I was in the queue at the local shop a while back. In front of me, a man was complaining as the Sun newspaper he’d bought an hour before, had most of the middle of it, missing. He should think himself lucky. Some poor bugger’s going to find himself reading pages 19 to 54, twice.

Steptoe and Son – Ride!

Remember these?

Today, where your local rag-man drives around in a van, you may be excused for thinking the likes of Steptoe and Son, were a thing of the past. But not so.

On quite a few occasions, and mostly in the neighbouring town of Bloxwich, I’ve seen a horse and cart driven around to collect scrap. However, it isn’t grown men as I found out recently, they are being operated by kids. I was in a massive queue. The tailback was immense but slowly, cars were overtaking the offending vehicle holding everybody up. Imagine my annoyance when I did too and saw this.

Yes, astonishing. To drive a car, you need to spend hundreds on lessons, pass a test and then get fleeced by greedy insurers who want all your savings just so you will be allowed to drive. On the other hand, by the evidence of this photo, any pizza-faced moron can grab hold of a horse, stick a couple of reins on it, whip it half to death and leave the roads full of shit as they can’t be bothered to pick it up.

How is this allowed to go on? There are strict guidelines for driving a motorised vehicle which is entirely in your control yet people are allowed to ride on the roads pulled by a creature that can be totally out of their control.

Something is not right there.

Still doesn’t add up.

Last week, I spoke of 30-year-old maths teacher, Jeremy Forrest who was a silly sod and ran off with his 15-year-old pupil. In his defence, he does say that he took it literally when somebody asked him to work out how many times 30 goes into 15.

Has Cinderella been in my garden?

Well, judging by the evidence – no.

The other day, I got up, yawned, walked downstairs and avoided walking into a door. I stared out of the kitchen window and imagine my surprise as I saw this …

Okay, that’s weird. It’s not like my garden is a right of way so how in the name of sanity did that training show get there? The thing is, it gets weirder. I was due out the house and didn’t have time to investigate. By the time I’d got home, it had gone.

WTF? It’s my back garden. So some bloke has lost a bloody shoe and tries to think. Oh, now where did I leave it? I know, it was in Nick’s back yard.

Also, next day I looked out and there was a pack of half-eaten sandwiches.

Am I missing something; has somebody stuck up a sign saying Picnic Site and not told me?

By hook or by crook.

Ha Haaaa! Hook-handed Abu Hamza has been extradited and you lot over there in the States have to foot the bill for his upkeep now.

It’s ridiculous how long it’s taken for this low-life scum to be kicked out. Come on, authorities, sort the bureaucracy and make it simpler.

Still, he’s gone after eight years. Three in prison and five to get him through the metal detectors at Heathrow Airport.

And back in calamity corner …

I told at the beginning of my attempts at head-butting the loft hatch. I was worried at first as there was quite a bit of blood but it soon stopped. I did make a mess of a nice white towel though and after I’d used it, forgot and left it at the foot of the stairs. Now imagine this. I’m chopping some meat to prepare a meal and the bell goes. I walk to the door, see the blood-soaked towel and think, Oh, I must wash that. I pick it up, open the door and all my visitors see is me with a large knife in one hand and a blooded towel in the other.

Brilliant. Don’t think I’ve ever got rid of Jehovah Witnesses so quick.



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