I spent long summers in Catalunya and miss speaking Catalán.
Alex Elliott
I was born near London but now I live in the North East.
My mother only spoke to me in Spanish when I was a child and one summer whilst staying with my family, I forgot all of my English except “Yes” and “Harold Wilson”.
I spent long summers in Catalunya and miss speaking Catalán. Although my mother never spoke it, as she was from Castilla and considered Catalán “Español mal hablado” Badly spoken Spanish.
The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.
Edited by Barney Bardsley