We ended this intensely busy second year with a devised show that was to be taken round the local old-people's homes. We chose to create a medley of songs and headlines from 1933, the year our prospective audiences would have been at their most cogent. Our first date was in Hampstead. The show went well. One old guy sat the entire time, gently scratching the back of his friend's hand with his index finger, the smile never leaving his face. When his friend was wheeled off, he simply continued with the gentle scratching only this time on his own thigh. Others were much more vociferous and gaped and gawed their way through the songs. A few were as deaf as a post. I approached a couple of old dears after our little show had finished and mouthed and nodded loudly to the one nearest me, "Did... you... enjoy... the... SHOW?"
She turned and said, "Yes thank-you. I'm their warden."
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