Iestyn Edwards is...what?

  These have been collected at theatres and forwarded on:   He was exactly the right size for the venue.      I forgot to ask how the goats delayed his tutu beading.      He does like his carrots!      His writing is like very dark Jilly Cooper.      I suppose at his age he has no choice.     I was going to tell him there is actually a direct bus here from Abergavenny, but thought better of it.      What an interesting racial mix he is - half Maori, half Jewish.      Does the Virgin Mary really wear espadrilles?      I think I might have seen something a bit like him once.      He'll either have to sort the accent, or move that Marine from Manchester.   I'm so pleased we stuck to our guns and wouldn't give him the keys to the CD player.   He coped very well against the sounds of Margaret in the kitchen with her doings.   ...

  This is Barney.  He has to be kept on a lead on the beach because A: He thinks all cars are sheep and hurls himself at them from fifty yards away.  B:  Last winter, he ran into the sea, set off swimming and only ran out again at Sizewell.  Meanwhile, his owner walked along the surf line coaxing and cajoling the whole three miles.

    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