Showing posts with label Hedgehogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hedgehogs. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Narnia Show in Kensington Gardens

For those interested in my experiences, I wrote the following review on the new London stage show performance of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe for thelionscall.com.  

On Saturday 16 June 2012, Silkdash and I made our way to Kensington Gardens in London to watch the Threesixtyº Theatre's production of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. It was a mild June afternoon with intermittent patches of sun and cloud, the occasional drop of rain and a brisk wind.

Next to the theatre was an open pavilion which sold snacks, sweets including Turkish Delight and show memorabilia (such as plushie lions and t-shirts with "Son of Adam" and "Daughter of Eve" printed on them). There was also a wall for children (or adult representatives from The Lion's Call) to write messages to Narnia on.

The theatre itself was circular with seats all around except for the aisles and a single walkway on which actors could enter and exit. There was a circular ring of the tent ceiling which was used to project images onto and served in place of a backdrop. A theatre of this kind could have no curtain and so the dimming and raising of light had to be used instead.

The play started with the four Pevensie children arriving at the Professor's house, having been sent away from London during the Blitz. It began somewhat informally with Lucy Pevensie (Rebecca Benson) asking the children in the audience whether they wanted to join in with a game of hide-and-seek and making the children count. Eventually the focus shifted back to the Pevensies themselves playing hide-and-seek and Lucy hiding in a Wardrobe. The wardrobe used in the play was square and placed in the centre of the stage. It could rise out of and lower into the floor as necessary. After Lucy entering it, we were given an idea of what it was like inside by projections of wooden panelling on the screen on the ceiling. As Lucy described the feeling of fur coats becoming fir trees, the wood panel projection began to crack and vanish and was replaced by shadows of trees. Lucy emerged from the top of where the wardrobe had been and for a while was "flying", attached to an overhead wire, as snow fell from the roof of the tent. As the wardrobe sank back into the floor, a number of trees appeared on stage along with a lamp post and Mr Tumnus (Forbes Masson). The trees were people on stilts holding branches and dryad-like beings with long flowing robes, also holding branches and suspended in the air. The effect was artistic and impressionist rather than realistic and added to the fairy-tale atmosphere of the story. The story proceeded as is familiar to readers of the book (and previous renditions of the story), gratifyingly using much dialogue directly from the book.

Like the trees, the animals in the play were portrayed artistically rather than realistically. All were played by people in costumes which alluded to, rather than directly represented, the animals they were playing (in a way somewhat reminiscent to some portrayals of the animals in The Wind in the Willows). I suspect the costuming was also inspired somewhat by the popular Disney musical theatre production of The Lion King. Mr Beaver (Paul Barnhill) first appeared wearing a large loose hood over his head vaguely resembling a beaver's face, but after winning the children's trust, he lifted off the hood to reveal the face of a bearded man wearing a fur cap. He wore rustic, (perhaps you could call them "woodman's") clothes. He even carried an axe. Around his waist and legs was a sort of wooden-framed skirt and attached to it a fabric beaver's tail. Mrs Beaver (Sophie-Louise Dann) was similarly dressed.

Although not billed as a musical, there were a number of songs interspersed throughout the play. The musical accompaniment to these came chiefly from three other animals who were either off stage or in the centre of the action, depending on what was more suitable for the scene. These were a fox (Peter Peverly) and a squirrel (Susannah van den Berg) playing clarinets and, to the utter delight of this reviewer, a hedgehog (Audrey Brisson) playing an accordion. The squirrel had a wooden twig-woven frame in the shape of a squirrel's tail attached to her back, and the hedgehog a hood and cloak to which fabric strips resembling hedgehog spines were sewn. The fox wore a burnt orange-coloured coat with fur cuffs. In some scenes, there was also a rabbit with two sharp pointed-ears on his head that looked like something between rabbit s ears and two large feathers.

For the most part, the story followed the book, including exact dialogue. The scene in which Susan (Carly Bawden) and Peter (Philip Labey) tell the Professor (Brian Protheroe) of their concerns about Lucy making up stories proceeded largely verbatim, echoing Lewis' famous trilemma "either your sister is telling lies, or she is mad, or she is telling the truth. You know she doesn't tell lies, and it is obvious that she is not mad. For the moment, then, and unless any further evidence turns up, we must assume that she is telling the truth." Unfortunately (and perhaps with reason not wanting children viewers to start questioning the school system) the most memorable line from his speech I wonder what they teach in schools these days?" was cut. The part where the professor suggests to Susan that they do what no one has thought of so far "minding our own business" was retained.

Other scenes which I noticed used dialogue exactly (or nearly exactly) from the book were that in which the beavers tell the children about Aslan for the first time and Susan is quite shocked to discover he is a lion, the conversation between Aslan and the White Witch Jadis (Sally Dexter) about the Deep Magic (with the beavers interjection about Jadis thinking herself "the Emperors' hangman") and Aslan s explanation to Susan and Lucy after his resurrection about the Deeper Magic from before the Dawn of Time.

There is a divergence from the book in the events that cause each entry into the Wardrobe by the children. Lucy goes into the Wardrobe the first time as part of a game of hide-and-seek (in the book this is the reason for her second visit). The second entry is because she is curious and angry at the others for not believing her. Edmund follows her out of spite. The third time, when all four find their way in, is perhaps the most divergent scene in the whole play. Lucy has a nightmare in which she dreams that Mr Tumnus has been caught and tortured by Maugrim and his wolves. She wakes up and the others wake too to see what is wrong. She is sure she can hear strange noises. Edmund, looking for an excuse to get the others into the Wardrobe according to the Witch' s order that he bring his siblings back to Narnia, encourages her saying he can also hear strange noises. In fear, they all hide in the Wardrobe, and thus find their way into Narnia.

The four Pevensies were relatively well portrayed. Edmund (Jonny Weldon) was an appropriately annoying brother to begin with, at first lured by the Witch s lies and the temptation of the promise of more enchanted Turkish Delight. But his attitude changes as he sees the Witch for what she really is. Peter and Susan were well chosen for their roles, and Peter in particular filled the role of the eldest sibling who finds himself unexpectedly thrust into the role of High King very well. I wasn t as thoroughly convinced by Lucy. I felt she was cast a bit old and therefore lost some of her childish innocence. She wasn't a bad act at all, but as essentially the main character, you expect a lot from her, and there seemed something slightly missing, but maybe that was just me.

The performance of Jadis by Sally Dexter was convincing and similarly true to the book, using much dialogue straight from it. Ginnabrik her dwarf (Miltos Yerolemou) gave the impression of a crude and somewhat uncivilised/simple dwarf. Maugrim was portrayed by a man with a wolfish hind but more human upper body. He held bones in his arms which acted as sort of crutches with which he could walk on "all-fours". The bones added to his fearsomeness.

Father Christmas was portrayed by the same actor as the professor (something I only discovered on checking the programme afterwards). He was a cheerful but serious rather than jolly Father Christmas with a delightful Scottish accent. His words were quite different from the book, but he gave a good speech as he spoke about "Christmas being about more than just presents" in response to a comment by Susan that it was the wrong time of year for Christmas. He didn t go as far as saying that Christmas was about Christ' s birth, but rather gave a more generic reference to it being about hope and the like.

I got the impression at various points in the play that the producers were trying to add a "tribal" feel to it. This was most noticeable when the Beavers chanted the Prophesy about Aslan's return and in the animals enjoying Father Christmas' picnic which was how the show was restarted after the interval. They were singing and dancing around to the sound of a drum beat. By "tribal" I mean something reminiscent of Native American, African or Australasian tribal systems. Perhaps even Celtic or Anglo-Saxon. This "feel" was enhanced by the fact that some animals and other creatures such as Mr Tumnus had markings on their bodies somewhat reminiscent of tribal body painting/tattoos. The rustic clothing and cloaks of the animals also added to this effect.

I find this an interesting interpretation in light of what Narnia is. Considering Narnia is more usually thought of as representing and English countryside with a Medieval/Classical European feel, it is certainly quite different to the portrayal you expect from a Narnia production, and yet it somehow worked. As a Christian, I was somewhat concerned that by adding this tribal element, however, it distracted somewhat from the underlying Christian message, by making the animal s worship of Aslan seem like something closer to animistic religions than Christianity. On the other hand, the Christian message was still clearly there, and could not be wholly lost as Lewis' own words were adhered to so much throughout the play.

Also, considering Lewis himself was not afraid to introduce elements of Classical mythology into his story, the producers were perhaps doing something not so different, but using elements of traditional mythologies still practised in today s world (and therefore perhaps more recognisable to a modern audience than Classical myth) such as Native American and African. I should add too that this was merely an underlying feel to the play and no overt tribal elements were introduced to change the actual story.

Another interesting element was during the private conversation between Jadis and Aslan. In the book this simply happens "off stage" and we do not know what is discussed. In this play, Aslan and Jadis speak to one another in an unknown, harsh-sounding language (presumably a language associated with the magic from the Dawn of Time).

I' m not sure quite how to describe Aslan. He is certainly different from normal representations, far less cuddly and golden, but still solemn and impressive. His frame was built to fit over two standing men, one in the position of his forelegs (Christian From) and the other his hind legs (Will Lucas). A woman puppeteer (Jane Leaney) controlled his head (running next to the lion body). David Suchet did an excellent performance of his voice. The best way I can think of to describe him is as a lion-shaped frame, with his head, forelegs and hind covered in "bark". His torso was more "hollow" and you could even see his ribs in one point which I found a little strange. He wasn' t quite as weird as it may sound, though, as he fitted in well with the impressionistic representations of the rest of the animals, and it was still possible to take him seriously. He was quite versatile and could run quite fast when necessary. The Stone Table scene was very well done (most of his body was covered in a shroud during the sacrifice and his head covered later, so that his body could be flattened and made to "vanish" while the girls weren' t watching). A new resurrected Aslan then came bounding in from back stage.

The ending of the play was quite interesting. The four children were presented with crowns and each described themselves as they grew up in words derived from what it says of them in the book. Then four older actors in royal attire came on stage and received the crowns from their younger selves. A coronation-type song followed, and then Mr Tumnus brought news of the sighting of the white stag. The four adult actors spotted the lamp post and headed towards it while the child actors, still on stage, cited their words of surprise in seeing this lamp post growing in the wood (in the same delightful archaic royal language used of them in the book). The Wardrobe in the centre of the stage then rose up around the four children as the adults left the stage. The four then came falling out of the Wardrobe door to be greeted by the Professor who informed them that breakfast was nearly ready and that they shouldn 't try return to Narnia the same way twice, but that they probably would return, after all "Once a King in Narnia, always a King".

In all it was a well-made show; quite original in certain aspects, especially costuming, but at the same time wonderfully loyal to the book in terms of dialogue with little deviation from the storyline. An enjoyable show.

Obviously we were not permitted to take photos of the actual performance, but you can find a link to official photos and videos here. The section "production images" has some lovely pictures of the cast in costume.

Official LWW Show Website

You can read a more detailed scene-by-scene review on Narniaweb.

Sunday, 26 February 2012

My New Oxford Hedgehogs

It's amazing how when people discover that you collect hedgehogs how your collection can grow without you even trying. Here are pictures of new hedgehogs I've been given (mainly for Christmas) or bought myself since arriving.

50p pendant and Cath Kidston pincushion - bought by me
£1 beanie from Thursday market bought by me
Harold the Hedgehog birthday cake - from M&S
Harold the Hedgehog birthday cake - from M&S
Sylvanian family - sent by family for Christmas
Christmas gifts from Sarah and Bethany
My hedgie display - decked out for Christmas


Saturday, 12 November 2011

More Hedgehogs in Oxford

I went to Headington today to browse the charity shops. Here are a few more hedgehog things I found. I only bought the mug. The giant hedgie was only £5, but it would have been a challenge carrying him back to Oxford, difficult finding space in my room for him and impossible getting him back to SA :-P I was tempted by the slippers, but the heads are quite big and they felt like it would be difficult to walk in them.

Hedgie Slippers
The Giant Hedgehog
~ with regular sized mug

~ with my hand

My mug!
Hedgie riding tandem with a mouse
Baby's hedgehog toys

Thursday, 29 September 2011

Hedgehogs in Oxford

Here are some pictures of hedgehogs and hedgehoggy things that I've seen around Oxford >'.'<

Advert for a cake made by Sinasbury's
I have since seen and eaten one of these

In shop window of Oxfam shop

At Boswells - a little too pricey for me

Also at Boswells

Hedgehog-kit - Also at Boswells

For sale at an antique & craft shop

At the Covered Market Hospice shop

No comment

Pin cushion - I might just buy one!


More brushes at Boswells



Mrs Tiggy!
Old collector's edition






















































PS I've changed this post to make the pictures easier to see. Hope you like them ^.^

Thursday, 4 August 2011

Updates to my "projects"

Click on the link below to read updates on my "holiday projects" that I outlined at the start of winter. All comments are welcome.


Saturday, 23 July 2011

My Hedgehog Collection - Part Three

It's taken me a while, but here I finally post the last of my hedgehog collection: All my Mrs Tiggy-winkles and Pindsvin - a very special Danish hedgie.

Mrs Tiggy-Winkle

The largest is a knitted one we found at a flea market. It's not the best workmanship, but she was rather cheap, so we bought her. She's actually grown on me the longer I've had her.

The second largest was originally bought for me by my mother. About 6 months later, one of my best school friends gave me the exact same one for my birthday. We phoned the shop where my mum had got mine from and they let us exchange her for another Beatrix Potter character. There wasn't much choice, but I came home with a sweet Goody Tiptoes. The one in the middle, was a another one my mum found to make up for her one having been replaced.

The Tiggy holding the number 5 was birthday present a few years ago. You may have seen her in one of the photos of my shelved hedgehogs in part 1. There's nothing significant about the number 5, it just happened to be what my parents found. If you look very closely, she is shaking hands with a little mouse.

The final ornament one was my graduation present in 2010 for my bachelors degree and lives in a display cabinet.



Pindsvin

This is one of my most special hedgehogs. My mother has a number of Royal Copenhagen (the Danish version of Royal Dalton) porcelain figurines, which she inherited from her Danish grandmother and mother. My parents had this hedgehog specially ordered from a supplier of RC for my 21s Birthday. I call it Pindsvin - the Danish name for "hedgehog".

Image

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Narnian Summer Challenge (3)

Reflections on the Horse and His Boy

Here is my last set of reflections


Chapter 11

See:

Chapters 12
Why the fuss?

I don't write poetry as much as I used to, and the rhythm may be a bit out - but here's a little poem. It expresses the thoughts of the hedgehog (yes, I had to do something about him - he is after all the only hedgehog that actually speaks in all the Chronicles) as he ponders over Shasta's news.


Why the fuss?

Oh Narnia fair is safe and warm,
Since the day that the Kings and Queens came.
They defeated the Witch on a fair spring morn,
And we need never fear the harsh winter again.

So why is this boy, alone in the wild,
So worried and speaking of armies?
He speaks of strange lands, the poor dazéd child.
Much travel has made the boy balmy.

He speaks of the land of rich Calormen
Many miles o'er a great sea of sand
He's says that an army of wild savage men
Is attacking our friends Archenland.

Why the fuss, why the fuss, on this bright summer's day?
I would much rather snuggle in bed,
Why worry 'bout things that are so far away?
Let the great people worry instead.

We are now at peace, and the land is at rest,
And King Peter's in northerly realms,
Trouncing giants he is, doing what he does best,
We care not for weapons or helms.

Don't come interfere and mess up our lives,
Don't disturb our good happy dwelling
We live and we play with our children and wives,
As the old folk great stories are telling.

Armies and wars, belong to those tales
And to places that are far away,
Not in our lifetime will the peace ever fail,
We shan't live to e'er see that day.

And so, dear boy, though you story is grand,
It is time for a comfy day's nap.
I'll leave you to tell those who do understand,
Fare thee well, neighbour, there's a good chap.


Chapter 13
Anvard Besieged

King Lune glanced around him. He sat in his council chamber, with his chief advisors seated and watching.

"What are your orders, Sire?" asked Lord Darin.

The King sighed. It was not like the jolly king of Archenland to feel so miserable and be without a plan. He hadn't felt so lost since the day the news came that his son Cor was not on board that traitor Bar's ship. Until then he had had everything under control. But the moment he realised that his plan had failed and his son would not be so easily returned, he had despaired. He remembered still the depression he had felt.

But he had recovered from that tragedy. The joy watching of his other son, Corin, grow up, had eased the hurt. Even his wife's unexpected death had been bearable as he saw her smile in the eyes of his son. He had learnt to deal with loss.

But this time...this time it was different. His own castle was under attack. The castle at Anvard had not been built to withhold a siege. The treaties with its neighbours and its isolation by desert and mountain meant that a siege was never a real risk. If war were ever to come to this peaceful mountain kingdom, they had their fort in the mountains and there would be plenty of time to retreat.

But now this. An unexpected attack from the Calormene Empire. Not an attack led by the Tisroc himself, but by his son Rabadash. None of it made sense to the king.

The last he had heard, ties were good between the northerly kingdoms and Calormen. Why, the Prince himself had asked for the hand of Queen Susan. Lune had allowed his son to accompany her on her visit to the capital - had he been a fool to let him go?

His son...where was he now? No news had reached him other than that of this strange boy whom he had met while hunting yesterday, and who had commanded them to flee to Anvard just in time for Rabadash to engage them in battle before the castle.

What had happened to the Narnian expedition? He could only hope and pray that out of love for Susan, the Narnian delegation had been spared from whatever mad frenzy had caused the prince's attack on Archenland. His heart, however, told him that he was wrong - and that their visit had had something to do with this unwarranted attack. Though what might have gone wrong, he could not imagine.

And to make matters worse, there was now the boy in the mountains to worry about. He felt so foolish for letting a strange boy ride along without an escort, on the pack horse too - which was known for being lazy. It was because of that mist that he had gotten lost; a very strange mist which had come on them as unexpectedly as the attack by Rabadash. That poor boy probably didn't make it through the night. And what was worst of all was that boy's face.

It wasn't the first time he'd met a boy Corin's age and wondered if he was not his lost son. Almost every time he caught sight of a golden head, he had allowed himself to hope. But that was at the beginning, and he'd since learnt it was better not to get his hopes up. While he always held that his son was not dead and would one day return to fulfil the centaur's prophesy - he was sure it would be as an adult; probably long after he had handed the throne down to Corin. Then, as a man, he might return to save Archenland, but now was too soon.

Nevertheless the eyes of that boy haunted him, and he tried to brush away the pang of guilt and regret.

The feeling of hopelessness was overwhelming and as he perceived the eyes of his lords on him, he knew he needed a plan. They had fought off Rabadash's forces well enough last night. Could they hold out a few more days for the messenger to reach Cair Paravel? It was possible, but he had no idea who was at Cair to receive the message.

Edmund could be locked up in Calormen - or worse. Peter was away in the North. Lucy was Valiant, and would do what she could, but it might take time for her to gather a force. And what was going on in Narnia anyway? For all he knew, the Tisroc could have sent a larger force there by sea. The whole request to marry Susan might have been a ploy so that Cair Paravel would be empty of all but its youngest ruler.

He couldn't rely on Narnia to bring aid immediately. He had to assume the worst and that they were in this alone.

His thoughts were interrupted by a deafening boom that shook to the heart of the palace. What was that? Thunder? A quake? A chill ran up Lune's spine.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

There it was again. What ever it was, it did not bode well.

"My Lord!" One of the guards from the gate tower came rushing into the chamber, not waiting for permission to enter. "My Lord," he repeated, panting. "It's the Calormenes. They're ramming the gate."
 
Chapter 14

See:

Chapter 15
Rabadash the Ridiculous

A number of characters in the story are taught humility. We have discussed Bree and Aravis in a number of previous posts. What differentiates these two from the third character, is that they are willing to learn their lesson.

It is a hard battle, and Bree takes time to overcome it, forgetting his lessons occasionally (not long after the Hermit's speech about him not being quite so important as he thinks he is, he goes back to worrying about his tail, and whether he can roll and what the other Narnian horses will think about him).

But he and Aravis accept their lessons, Bree summing up in the words "I'm afraid I must be rather a fool."

But Rabadash is different. Beaten in his own foolish plan, he refuses to admit defeat. He is so proud that he will not even accept a gracious conditional pardon. But would rather fight to reclaim his honour (a right Lune says he had lost with his unsolicited and cowardly attack).

Having refused the pardon of the Archenlanders, he even refuses pardon from Aslan himself. Unlike the other two who - the moment they met Aslan - realised their folly and submitted humbly, he continues to rage and even curses Aslan.

Aslan gives him 3 chances, before meeting out his punishment:


    "Rabadash...take heed. Your doom is very near, but you may still avoid it" "Have a care Rabadash...The doom is nearer now: it is at the door: it has lifted the latch" "The hour has struck!"

And even then, he does not treat him as his sins deserved


    "Now hear me Rabadash, justice shall be mixed with mercy. You shall not always be an ass."

This story about Rabadash being turned to a donkey has always reminded me of that other great ruler of an Empire (in our world) who was humbled by being made like an animal.


    “But all these things did happen to King Nebuchadnezzar. Twelve months later he was taking a walk on the flat roof of the royal palace in Babylon. As he looked out across the city, he said, ‘Look at this great city of Babylon! By my own mighty power, I have built this beautiful city as my royal residence to display my majestic splendour.’ “While these words were still in his mouth, a voice called down from heaven, ‘O King Nebuchadnezzar, this message is for you! You are no longer ruler of this kingdom. You will be driven from human society. You will live in the fields with the wild animals, and you will eat grass like a cow. Seven periods of time will pass while you live this way, until you learn that the Most High rules over the kingdoms of the world and gives them to anyone he chooses.’ “That same hour the judgement was fulfilled, and Nebuchadnezzar was driven from human society. He ate grass like a cow, and he was drenched with the dew of heaven. He lived this way until his hair was as long as eagles’ feathers and his nails were like birds’ claws. Dan 4:28-33

In the same way that Rabadash learned something (only something - he was still too proud to allow others to go to war on his behalf) and became a better kind for it, so Nebuchadnezzar learned his lesson - in part anyway. He probably lapsed at a later stage, but for a while at least, he acknowledged God for who he was.

    “After this time had passed, I, Nebuchadnezzar, looked up to heaven. My sanity returned, and I praised and worshipped the Most High and honoured the one who lives forever. His rule is everlasting, and his kingdom is eternal. All the people of the earth are nothing compared to him. He does as he pleases among the angels of heaven and among the people of the earth. No one can stop him or say to him, ‘What do you mean by doing these things?’ “When my sanity returned to me, so did my honour and glory and kingdom. My advisers and nobles sought me out, and I was restored as head of my kingdom, with even greater honour than before. “Now I, Nebuchadnezzar, praise and glorify and honour the King of heaven. All his acts are just and true, and he is able to humble the proud.” Dan 4:34-37

All illustrations are from covers of various editions of The Horse and His Boy

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See Also (other reflections on HHB)
On first meeting Aslan (Shasta)
On first meeting Aslan (Bree)
On first meeting Aslan (Aravis) 

Summer Challenge 1

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Me? Obsessed with hedgehogs?

Whatever gave you that crazy idea?

Apart from my actual collection of hedgehog ornaments and plushies, I have also collected a number of other hedgehog things over the years. I blame it mainly on my mother, who has a knack for finding these things. And when you're trying to find presents for someone - what better way (if they are fond of hedgehogs) than to get them some more hedgehog stuff?

I'm not complaining, just trying to defend myself - to argue that I am not completely obsessed. At least not yet. And to prove it, I will be leaving many of my hedgehogs and hedgehog stuff behind when I head off to Oxford. If I was really obsessed, then I wouldn't be able to. So there. Are you convinced?

My Bed


My Pyjama Tops



My Jewellery
(necklaces and earrings)


My Book Ends


Toilet Roll Holders


My Doorway



Garden "Gnome"

See also
My Hedgehog Collection - Part 1 
My Hedgehog Collection - Part 2