I’d serve breakfasts starting very early, but it meant I had rest of the day to myself.
Susan
I used to work at the Wellesley Hotel on Wellington Street. It was turned into flats a good 23 years ago, but when I worked there it was profitable. We had coach companies arriving to stay with us from all over UK.
I’d serve breakfasts starting very early, but it meant I had rest of the day to myself.
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