Hello dear readers,
I have something completely different for you here, totally unrelated to health, fitness, Crohn’s, positive outlook, food and the other usual topics shared on this blog. What I am about to share is something I have had rolling around in my little mind whenever it gets to this certain place and time in the week.
The certain place in question is the town centre of Braintree – my home town – and the certain time is around 5, 6 o’ clock on a Saturday evening. It’s at this point in the day where the busy hustle and bustle of the market place is winding down, where stall traders are packing up their stands from another busy days trading, council workers are hard at work clearing up boxes and crates discarded by the marketeers. The last few shoppers are making their way home laden with their purchases of the day. Shop workers are also heading home keen to see loved ones and unwind from another hard days work.
It’s at this point the town begins to change and morph into its night version, a night of enjoyment, laughter, drinking and socialising. Many of the same people who were working and shopping a few hours before are now out all dressed up and enjoying life.
I like to see this change in character of the town, and allow my mind to wander here. The thought that goes on is that it’s as though you are watching a real life opera, and this lul is the interval between Act I: “The Market Place” and Act II: “The Tavern”. In Act I you meet these different characters, learn about their day to day lives and you see a rich tapestry of little story lines being revealed. The stage is filled with the sights sounds and smells of daily life; the enthusiastic hollering of stall owners advertising their wares, the smells of food stalls, the sight of the street packed with people from all different back grounds. It’s a warm sunny day and people in shorts and t-shirts sip beers outside a couple of the pubs as they catch up with friends. Here we see some of the characters making plans to see each other later that night.
The finale of Act I sees the traders trying to make the last sales before frantically packing up their stalls; people dashing into shops before they close as assistants – keen to get home – close up shop; the afternoon drinkers are finishing the rest of their beverages before heading home for dinner.
Over the next couple of hours (during what I think of as the interval in this show) the characters we see and learn about about in Act I retire to their homes or in this little idea: the dressing room, to change their costume for Act II. As the curtain raises for the beginning of Act II we see friends arriving and greeting each other in Weatherspoons. Everyone is dressed to impress; new dresses and shirts perhaps even purchased in Act I, all feeling good and ready for the night. As the scene progresses we see friendships being enjoyed as well as new friendships being made. We also see drama occurring between groups as alcohol and emotion begin to stir the characters.
Part way through the Act we have a scene change as the characters progress to a different pub in the town, where things get more intense as the night wears on. A final scene change sees us at the end of the night, where late night food is purchased, taxis are cued for and people leave the stage to go home for the night. Once again, so many storylines develop and progress on this giant stage as the Act continues. Some of them ending in romance, some in laughter and happy memories, some ending in drama.
Well, that rather wordy little piece is roughly what goes on in my freaky little mind when I am out and about on a Saturday early evening. Not sure if anyone else sees the world in the same way or not; which ever I hope you enjoyed a peek into the way I see that bit of life! Thanks for reading.