Archive for August 22nd, 2007

It’s Grand!

Swansea’s Grand Theatre is at the heart of the city’s arts and entertainment. The largest theatre in the area, its programme is varied and crowd-pleasing; from the Christmas pantomime to the annual summer repertory season, with the Ladyboys of Bangkok, the Welsh National Opera and Jim Davidson in between, there’s something for everyone. The theatre was opened in 1897 by Adelina Patti, a world-famous opera singer who had a home in the Welsh hills, and the first show to be put on was the Japanese opera, The Geisha. The first panto opened on December 20 that year and was Robinson Crusoe.
The theatre soon became a popular venue with the stars of the time including Sir Henry Irving and Ivor Novello.
During the 1960s and 70s, like regional theatres everywhere, the Grand fell on hard times. Television looked set to take over from live entertainment, the theatre fell into a state of disrepair, and there were regular threats of closure.
In the late 70s, Swansea Council purchased the theatre, but it wasn’t until the 1980s that a multi-million pound refurbishment package was funded, turning the Grand, once more, into one of the most technically advanced and aesthetically pleasing theatres in the UK.
As I said, its repertoire includes all sorts: tribute bands, 60s has-beens, rude comedians, children’s shows, dancers - ballet, Irish, Russian etc - and amateur musical productions, but we like the ‘proper plays’ best. The rep season was revived in 1997, the year of the theatre’s centenary, and has been going strong since. And the summer season is the main opportunity to see drama and comedy in an old-fashioned form. This year we’ve seen Cash on Delivery (with Curly Watts from Corrie), The Decorator (with Dirty Den from Eastenders), and this week, we’re off to see Dead Guilty (with Lorraine Chase of ‘No, Luton Airport’ advert fame). (I didn’t say it was great drama!)
My first experience of the theatre was going to the panto as a child. My mum worked for the local bus company and a few days after Christmas, staff children would be picked up - by bus naturally - and taken to the panto, where we’d be given sweets and told to behave. I loved the panto but hated the experience of being alone amongst all these children I didn’t know.
But it set me up for a lifetime of theatre-going. It amazes me how few people know at any point in time what is on at their local theatre. The theatre is jam-packed for the amateur productions and the rude comedians, the tribute bands and the panto, but anything that is billed as a play has far smaller audiences. I’m not sure why that is.
One of my favourite must-sees that comes to the Grand every now and again is the Reduced Shakespeare Company. These three young men (different each time but always three young men) do a range of productions including the Complete Works of Shakespeare, the History of the World, the Bible etc each in one evening. They’re jolly jaunts and if you haven’t seen them, do!

[russia] depoliticization and the scramble for comfort

[Dollar is currently worth 26.8 roubles. Pound about double that.]

The exciting thing about the fSU is watching the changes. It’s like what happened in the west from the 50s on, all happening within one decade here, with Russian differences, of course.

Take housing. The long, ten story housing block here is a different thing to the poor areas of London - security doors, domophone, heating in the stairwells, two lifts, double glazing, two foot thick concrete walls [I just measured them now].

Inside each flat it’s what you want to make it. Mine has lacquered parquet floor giving a golden hue in the morning sun and then the modula furniture is entirely what one wishes. Furniture shops abound and we just priced a new kitchen - 8000 roubles [or $320] for the cupboards and shelves.

This is more the local variety of girl where I live - better in the flesh than in photos

My flat is regarded as a “one room” although it is a half “L” shape, twenty feet long and twelve feet wide.

It has the bed/cupboards at one end, the living area at the other near the balcony and half way, on the convex side is the computer station and behind me the door through to the short corridor.

To the left is the kitchen, regarded as large by Russian standards and then the bathroom and separate toilet coming off the corridor to the right. The kitchen is a living area over here, with padded seats in an “L” and a large, all-purpose table.

The price hikes are the downside and an indictment of the bankers and it’s this which really started my train of thought I’ve inflicted on you in many posts. In 1996, this flat was worth about $8000 and by year 2000 - about $12000.

Then, from 2001 through to 2007, the prices went through the roof and you couldn’t get this place now for under $80000 if you were lucky because it’s well positioned.

In that time, my official salary at the university [barely covering the service costs of the flat and nothing else] went from $70 for the month to about $180 now.

Small shopping for basic necessities - fruit, meat, milk, bread, costs about $30 a pop, lasting about three days - so about $300 a month. The general wisdom here in this city is that one cannot survive below an income of about 12000 roubles or about $450 a month.

So there’s a severe shortfall in income and rocketing inflation. What to do?

You have to make it up somehow and this turns every Russian into a “businessman”, let us say. By definition, the cash must come in. Must. No one in his right mind uses the state medical services so that’s a cost on top of it all.

This is the sort of young lady I’ll be forced to work with again from September.

Into this scenario comes credit. Now bear in mind that the post-Soviet Russian is essentially a child, with a handout mentality, a pay later mindset and so credit sits very nicely in that mindset. Sign up for anything, on any terms and say all the right things with a winning smile.

It’s credit which has forced the steep hikes and put three times the number of cars on the road in three years, to say nothing of the pollution levels in the atmosphere - almost everyone, including me, has some sort of bronchial problem.

On the other hand and a testament to the genuine popularity of Putin, we’re sticking it to the west and refuse to be dictated to by their cabals - we have our own here.

Thus there is still quite a deal of freedom left, that precious commodity, not through any altruism on the part of the government but because they haven’t got round to restricting it yet. People are too busy making ends meet to get political.

Don’t be fooled by the vocal spokespeople much touted in the west - the average person is far more involved in making money and as change is impossible to effect anyway, a certain depoliticization is in place.

Like you, the scramble is for a better lifestyle [they utilize the English word and call it kom'fort] and any political move which supports that ideal gets huge support over here.

Not unlike you over there.

Below is the Old Russia - the place I lived 10 years ago, when this was taken. Today foreign cars abound.