It's Raining On Prom Night

I do like a misleading title and before I go on and on about a night that you've probably heard about a thousand times before I'm just going to admit it didn't really rain on prom night. A shocker I know. We were graced with a small amount of "spitting from the sky" as some people put it but other than that we were fairly lucky. The title to this post, however, was another musical reference in the attempt to make it a little more funky- I can't believe I actually just used the word "funky" in a blog post.

I'm not going to lie, after such a massive build up, prom night seems to fly by and all the fuss seemed so unnecessary. It's weird to think it's all over now and it all happened weeks ago. It's like Christmas. Although I'm SO guilty for this, we (or I) start getting excited in September all for one day which comes and goes in the blink of an eye with only some discarded presents and left over turkey as a memory of what once was.  Honestly, 14 year old Katie dreamed of prom night, strutting her stuff on the dancefloor in some jaw-dropping ball gown. 16 year old Katie, on the other hand, spent the weeks leading up to prom considering the option of staying at home and scoffing numerous mangos in the comfort of her own duvet. I am very glad I went though as for me absolutely nothing is better than having all of my friends in one place. That's the one thing about school that I will miss, having them all there.

After trying on a total of what felt like 200 dresses (my sincerest apologies to the ASOS delivery man) I finally found my dress two days before prom. Talk about pushing it for time. Despite all the fuss I ended up having a wonderful night full of a weird selection of buffet food and dancing around with my friends. Is it just me who questions the sanity of the chef who decided to mix pasta and grapes and couscous and orange segments?! I couldn't even have gravy with my carvery because I was bound to spill it down myself and that wasn't a look I could rock. By the end of the night I was very reluctant to take off my lovely long white dress, which was from Zalando. 

Now I'm going to go all Debbie Downer on the situation but the main thing that irritated me about the evening was the aftermath. All anyone would do was complain about what an awful time they'd had. I'm not sure what they were expecting but a night of music and food arranged by your school isn't going to be the best night of your life. The night is going to be what you make it and my advice to anyone would be to have a good time. If you splash out on a fancy dress or suit and then spend the whole night in the corner on your phone then you aren't going to have fun. Surely that's inevitable. Get up and make some memories that don't involve eating mangos in your very own duvet cocoon. If you don't allow yourself to get up and surround yourself with your friends and just enjoy yourself then you will go home having had a rubbish night. That is nobodies fault but your own. All you have to do is make the most of the situation you're in and I'm honestly sure that anyone can have a good time anywhere if they allow themselves too. If in doubt, dance.

I just want to thank all of my friends for both a lovely night and also all the brilliant times we've had over the last few years. 

Review: The Addams Family Musical @ The Queens Theatre

What could be better than the all-round oddness of the mysterious Addams family? The all- round oddness of the mysterious Addams family singing... in their very own musical. This week Atlantic Coast Theatre introduced Barnstaple to the classic well-loved characters of the Addams family but have incorporated an unusual love story or two, some unexpected plot-twists and plenty of hefty musical numbers.

The curtain rose on Wednesday night to the original theme tune of the Addams family and predictably, every member of the audience was clicking along. We were greeted with the scene of some large metal gates with the letter A branded upon the metal. Behind these gates stood the members of the Addams family, clutching at the bars as if they were animals in a zoo. The eerie scene was complemented with lights of a deep purple colour providing what was a very night-time feel. We were then taken to the Addams family graveyard where the ancient Addams ancestors were called upon to the real world. They were stuck there until they helped the love-struck Uncle Fester ensure that the relationship of Wednesday Addams and her boyfriend Lucas ran smoothly. Yes, you read that correctly, Wednesday Addams and boyfriend are not two things I would expect to see in the same sentence.

The storyline of The Addams Family musical is slightly different to the usual perspective of this family. I'm sure the musical relies on the high profile of the well-known characters to aid it's success and you can't knock the cast of Atlantic Coast Theatre for taking on the well-known production with such enthusiasm. Each of the ghoulish songs and dance routines were complemented by costumes that allowed the cast to look as if they had stepped right out of Charles Addams cartoons in 1940.

It was easy to say that Uncle Fester and his shiny bald head completely stole the show. His eccentric dance moves and regular joyful cackles caused an uproar of laughter from the crowd. Although the performance told the story of Wednesday and her boyfriend, there was a strangely beuatiful scene in which Uncle Fester followed his dreams and visited the love of his life... the moon. I'm not sure whether it's the likeness between the moon and Festers head, but they are strangely suited to each other. The young boy, aged just 10, who performed as Pugsley also showed a lot of potential in both singing and acting. He shone with confidence and although he was the youngest member of the cast by a mile I would go as far to say that he even performed better than the more experienced members.

Some very impressive sets allowed them to under go a production with a professional feel. You really have got to be as hard as nails to leave The Addams Family Musical and say you didn't enjoy yourself. Also it's impossible to not be impressed at how dear Morticia not only walks, but dances, in that long, tight black skirt of hers. Gomez and Morticias undying love for one another is not left untouched in this production, and even Grandma Addams is looking for some arm candy of her own. It seems only poor Pugsleys head isn't clouded with fleeting thoughts on love, in fact he is more concerned about who will torture him once his sister has left. Now that's an Addams family member we know and love.

The Addams Family musical is on at The Queens Theatre in Barnstaple until Saturday evening. If you still wish to book tickets and make a night of it you can do so by clicking here. This is among many productions and if reading this has given you an urge to take a trip to the theatre (and I hope it has!) you can look at a list of upcoming shows on the North Devon Theatres website.

Take a tour around: Clovelly

Clovelly is well-known for it's extremely steep cobbled streets, quaint cottages and resident donkeys, It happens to be my favourite place to visit and photograph in North Devon and it attracts a swarm of tourists (and unsuprisingly, wasps) during the summer months. 

Clovelly very much takes things back in time. The inhabitants of the small fishing village get their groceries down the steep hill by pulling them on a sledge. After trekking your way down yourself you can find the harbour and a small range of shops, my favourite selling locally caught sea food sandwiches. I'm not much of a risk taker myself and usually stick to the tuna but one day I will try the crab sandwich.

The other evening my parents and I decided an evening stroll in Clovelly was exactly what we needed to help walk off our dinner. I grabbed my camera and my hat and we set off with the windows rolled down and the Rolling Stones CD turned up to full volume. Nothing will put you in a good mood like listening to Honky Tonk Women. 

The street, usually occupied with a combination of both tourists and locals was empty and quiet. Other than the occasional cry of a donkey or the low chatter of a crowd of locals at the pub, the evening was almost completely silent. We were occasionally accompanied on our walk by a few of the local feline inhabitants.
I normally have a lot to say about my photos, but today I feel like this little selection says everything there is to say about Clovelly. It was lovely to be able to capture it without the streets full of holiday makers, although with my big camera I probably resembled one myself. I've visited Clovelly with my family since I was a young girl and although I loved the donkeys (and still do), I can cope with the hefty walk back up the hill now without having a tantrum.