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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 11:49:38 GMT
I'm wondering if we've got another Tea House Theatre situation going on - the ins and outs are different, but at the end of the day it's a small theatre (though I have at least heard of this one!), they may or may not release a statement saying how little they care about the backlash, and then that'll be the last anyone hears of it. In some ways it's easier to hold the bigger theatres to account, as there are more audience members therefore more concerned bystanders to apply pressure. The Old Vic doesn't appear to be dealing with the Spacey allegations very well, judging by various follow-up news stories, but at least they're dealing with them, whereas the Tea House Theatre... gosh, who knows, who cares, you know?
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Post by BurlyBeaR on Nov 10, 2017 14:27:55 GMT
Remember one at one venue berating a volunteer usher for a good ten minutes because the pringles weren't stacked in the way he wanted.
I don't really eat Pringles, but so far as I remember, they only stack one way inside a tube? What was he expecting, some sort of Jenga arrangement or something?
Either way, those who do that kind of thing - and particularly the incident we are talking about - sound like s**ts.
Pringles facts: Theyre not classed as potato crisps because they’re made not from a potato, but from a dough made from less than 50% potato flour. As such they are classed as a bread or cake and are exempt from VAT. That is why they’re relatively cheap and always on offer. If you set fire to a can of Pringles it will burn for hours like a candle, the cardboard provides a wick and the Pringles the fat. Pringles burn better than firelighters. Once you pop, you can’t stop. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 16:59:18 GMT
Pringles burn better than firefighters. I would have reported this comment to a moderator if it hadn't been posted here by one. |
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Post by Phantom of London on Nov 10, 2017 17:07:55 GMT
Pringles burn better than firefighters. I would have reported this comment to a moderator if it hadn't been posted here by one. Think that was an unfortunate but genuine typo and meant to type firelighter. |
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Post by BurlyBeaR on Nov 10, 2017 18:03:14 GMT
LOL
Sorry. FIRELIGHTER!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 19:34:51 GMT
Ever considered a career as UK Government's Foreign Secretary? |
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Post by samuelwhiskers on Nov 10, 2017 20:43:42 GMT
I don't really eat Pringles, but so far as I remember, they only stack one way inside a tube? What was he expecting, some sort of Jenga arrangement or something?
Either way, those who do that kind of thing - and particularly the incident we are talking about - sound like s**ts.
Pringles facts: Theyre not classed as potato crisps because they’re made not from a potato, but from a dough made from less than 50% potato flour. As such they are classed as a bread or cake and are exempt from VAT. That is why they’re relatively cheap and always on offer. If you set fire to a can of Pringles it will burn for hours like a candle, the cardboard provides a wick and the Pringles the fat. Pringles burn better than firelighters. Once you pop, you can’t stop. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 22:11:46 GMT
I love the "Oh crap, I'm holding a fire, now what?" aspect of that. |
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Post by shady23 on Nov 10, 2017 23:32:48 GMT
I don't know what they put in those chilli heatwave doritos but it's definitely something addictive.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 6:35:21 GMT
The direction in which this thread has progressed speaks volumes about our priorities. When angry theatre folk burn down the Courtyard we'll all be there having a barbecue.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 22:33:17 GMT
The direction in which this thread has progressed speaks volumes about our priorities. When angry theatre folk burn down the Courtyard we'll all be there having a barbecue. I sincerely hope this building is not burnt down by angry theatre folk. Years before it was the ‘Courtyard Theatre’ in Trendy Hoxton, it was my local library where I learned to love books. In ‘Oxton. As we locals called it. It was called the Pitfield Street Library, in a beautiful, beautiful old building which had also served (years before my time) as the local baths. I used to be taken there once a week after school by my mum. She used to leave me in the children’s section to choose my four books for the week, while she chose her stack of Jean Plaidys in the adult section. Upstairs there was a record library (open on certain afternoons only) where my mum once borrowed an LP of The Sound of Music (scratched) to play on our Dansette record player. I reckon it must have been the first time I heard it. That place was like an Aladdin's cave to me, full of wonderful jewels. If someone burns this place down I will not be there for a barbecue. I will be crying genuine tears of sadness. A building is much, much more than the ridiculous shenanigans that go on under its roof. |
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