Welcome, to the kitchen.
By George Bowen
It will never hit me how weird it is do a panto in your kitchen. People I’ve spoken to have said it’s not normal, but to me, a mirrorball on the ceiling is just an everyday occurrence.
This whole thing began with a dream, in the most literal sense possible. I had a nightmare, essentially. And like any well adjusted child would do upon being mildly frightened, I screamed and screamed for my mother. She soon arrived, and to calm me down she told me to write a play in my head, I obliged and wrote a show called ‘The Little Red Rabbit.’
I can’t say it’s my finest work, the story makes no sense and is mostly plagiarised from the wizard of oz, but with a bit (a lot) of re-writing on my mothers part, that show was put on seven months (and one unfortunate cast member loss, R.I.P. Dad) later, in January, the height of the panto season.
We did Cinderella the next year, in December to ‘celebrate my sister,’ it was more of a proper panto, in the way that when you go and see a panto, the entire cast is seven years old. This was the year we bought in the bright pink curtains, that we still use to this day.
It escalates every year but this is the best so far, until next year, and the year after, and every year until the show is just a zimmer frame and a pile of dust.
Enjoy the show,
George Bowen
Creative Director, Artistic Director, CEO, Founder, Genius, Model.
The Panto’s of the Past
