Iestyn Edwards is...what?

    He said, 'What you do is in the real world.  Social Media isn't at all that. It doesn't work.'   I can't convince him to share posts, retweet, and so on - even though we have a joint product on sale: the audiobook of My Tutu Went AWOL .    I've told him today that we co-own the dog in this fight, thanks.    And I asked how he can possibly know if Social Media is working or not.  'A tweet about My Tutu Went AWOL is like a poster blue-tacked up in the ether.'   'Okay,' he said. 'Good analogy.  But still...'   He'd already fallen into my trap. I said, 'So, following my good analogy let's take the twenty-two posters that I used to put up for my early shows in Aldeburgh. I wasn't able to sit with even one of those twenty-two posters in view day and night for as long as it was on display, making a note of how many people looked at it. Get it?  So, retweet, already.'   #socialmedia #socialmedia...

    Thrilled to be included in this, thank you Sorcha Ra. Pretty sure, by the by, that even Fonteyn had stopped fouettes by this age...   What did you want to be when you were a kid, Iestyn?   ME.   Wonder Woman, the doll in the music box from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and estranged from my psychotic parents...   Click here for the full interview #drag #event #ballerina #performance #theatre #variety #cabaret #gay #biography #iraq #afghanistan #remembrance

       'My spoken material is about the facts of life,'  I was explaining to the Mother Superior.  'I've been asking people what they were told, how they were told it and did they ask questions.  Terrible funny...'     During my show at the Metrodeco Café, Brighton, a superfluity of nuns stopped at the window to listen.  In the street later that week one of them glided up and said how much they had enjoyed hearing me sing.  " And we wonder, might you please sing something for our charity evening?"   I said, of course, sister.     The nun nodded.  "That's very good to hear.  But just to correct you: not sister - but  Mother Superior."   She then asked about the spoken material in the show, in case we might include some of it on the night?  I said I had asked people how they had been told the facts of life... Bernard, 72.     My sist...

  Indeed, she will go far.   #fridayfeeling #friday #childhood #childhoodgames #childhoodmemories #games #family

  Stacks, Royal Marine, seeming to forget that in a bait in Iraq he had dumped me on a tank turret and demanded a song, said that I had a tendency to involve myself in random acts of singing.    He was referring to the time on the US base in Kandahar when I was heckled by Private Stanton, a New Yorker, infuriating Grace-Anne and Maybelle, Southern canteen staff.   Grace-Anne did the shouting for both of them.  'We were as angry as my white turkey who used to puff up its feathers prior to gobbling.  What, the cat got your tongue all of a sudden, Private?  Your formerly oh so loquacious tongue? Well, release that tongue of such former loquashioshness from the jaws of the cat, for a hymn will now be sung.   And this is the hymn we all sang: https://soundcloud.com/oliver-nelken/there-is-a-balm-in-gilead #sunday #church #gospel #gospelsong #hymn #religion #singer #god #USA #USArmy

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    Are you listening to the right music in the gym to get the best results?   No, tests show, if you're not listening to Mozart, Tchaikowsky, Wagner, et al.   We know what uber-fit Royal Marines Commando Stacks had to say.   Now wondering what the gym boffins think? #gym #workout #gymhacks #fitness #results #trainhard #training #PT #music