Altrincham’s Everyman Cinema will be hosting a charity screening of the film Bombardier Blood on 26 March 2020, raising money for haemophilia charities Save One Life and The Haemophilia Society.
The film shows the real life story of Chris Bombardier, a severe haemophiliac, a mountaineer whose goal was to climb Mount Everest, along with the highest summits of each of the other continents in the world.
I reckon he could do with a little ambition in his life…
I of course lamely jest.
Inspirational, the film itself will not only serve to shine a light on the condition and one man’s quest to push himself to the extremes, but the event itself will go some way to supporting those who live with haemophilia in their lives, and the challenges it presents.
The event is organised by Strategic North, a local healthcare research organisation, who do a lot of work in haemophilia, and during the course of which have spoken to 100s of doctors, nurses, patients and their families all over the world in order to understand their condition and their needs.
Tickets are £20 (with a £2.15 booking fee) with all money going to the charities. Not only will this gain you entry to the film, but pre-screening food and drinks as well.
And if you haven’t yet been to Everyman Cinema in Altrincham, it really is a special cinema-going experience.
With it brings a whole host of happiness in the form of holidays, festivals, galas and carnivals.
And so it’s that time again when the wonderful Hale Barns carnival rides into town.
Or does it ever leave in the first place?
Is it always there, waiting, anticipating and then finally manifesting itself magically onto St Ambrose Playing fields on a chosen weekend each July?
Fellow residents, brace and prepare yourself for this Saturday 14 and Sunday 15 July for the second coming!
Attractions include 2 spectacular concerts, over 280 performers, bars aplenty, an outdoor cinema, gift and craft stalls, a fair and lots more fun, food and fireworks!
But wait. There’s one f missing from that alliterative statement – football!
At the time of writing, England are a mere 90 minutes away (maybe plus 30minutes, maybe plus penalties) from reaching the World Cup Final. And you won’t miss a thing. The Final (England or no England) will be broadcast via a big screen at the event, thanks to sponsors Benchmark Security and Robinson’s Brewery.
So there are no excuses not to head along this weekend. To find out more details (and there are lots!), head to www.halebarnscarnival.co.uk for a full list of activities, times and tickets.
For now, behold the Hale Geezer gallery, with a few snapshots from my own day last year at the inaugural event…
I’m writing about my life which today involved attending the first event of the Altrincham Word Fest,
Life Writing and Personal Narrative
Writing will eat itself in this blog post. It could only eat itself more if I’d also been able to attend and blog about the blogging event,
Creating Content Online with We Blog North…
a network I’m happily a member of, and a class happening later in the run.
This afternoon, I spent a very happy, inspiring and creative two hours with writer, journalist and lecturer, Kate Feld, a group of lovely actual and aspirational writers, and the two lovely people who have conceived of this rather marvellous festival, Anne Earley and Yoko Isami.
Taking place between 12-27 May, Altrincham Word Fest is
a two-week celebration of writing which will take place in the town.
To quote Sydney Youngblood (my cultural references giving me away, YET again,
If only I could…
go to each and every event along the way.
Fate, a full time job and life plans dictate that I can’t, and after today’s workshop, this makes me sad, in essence.
Two hours was never going to be long enough (unless the session had been shocking, meaning two hours of tension), and I left thirsty for more.
A writing style I tend to gravitate towards myself (write what you know. I know me, me, me and how to use WordPress – a bit), I was keen to hear how a successful writer and essayist hones her craft.
The first thing I learnt was that essay means to attempt or try.
When writing an essay we must be looking for the answer to something. There must be a question.
All too often, my question is along the lines of
Why did I do this thing in the anecdote and can someone else relate or provide reassurance that I’m not unique in my socially awkward ways?
After examining the various forms of essay writing, we were tasked with a, well, task (perhaps it’s a thesaurus I need before a life writing class).
Put pen to paper (or fingers to lap top) and write freely for 15 minutes on something that’s happened recently or is in your mind. It can be small. Insignificant. Mundane.
To quote our mentor Kate,
The exuberant gloriousness of the ordinary
I loved that quote.
I wrote it down and everything.
As usual I had many socially awkward and anxious interactions and concerns to draw on.
I chose an incident from Thursday night. Here is my scrawl and here is it written up verbatim just now (ok I corrected it’s to its) on my ill used vanity blog, Memoirs of a Laura (I know…)
I think it may be something to do with approaching a milestone age but I have recently been living at an accelerated speed.
Not particularly hedonistic but in terms of adding to my repertoire of life experiences, things have stepped up a gear.
It’s as though I’m prepping for an ‘end of year’ review in my ‘real’ job (when not prattling on online), except this is an ‘end of decade’ review. Predictably I’m not divulging which particular decade I’m due to leave sometime this year.
In a blind panic, I’m adding to the (imagined) section, ‘what in actual hell have you done with your life recently apart from developing an addiction to cheese, sparkling wine and watching ’90 Day Fiancé’ incessantly on the wonderful channel that is TLC’.
In order to validate my life (or position at the company who employs me, to further the analogy), I’ve taken on a number of new projects and interests. One of which is Life Drawing.
I’ve always had a keen interest in art, mainly fuelled by me achieving my highest module mark in The History and Theory of Art, during my three year not art degree. It was on that day that I vowed to bang on about this forever more.
I verge from an appreciation of the traditional, to the Warhols, to the sublime (I once found myself on my hands and knees, crawling through an installation (tunnel) of ‘something’ at the Tate Modern, only to find myself out the other end, having seen nothing but darkness.
Part of me added my own deep theory as to what the artist had in mind.
Part of me wondered if my confusion upon exiting was being filmed; my bewildered expression forming part of a bigger installation to be projected onto the Houses of Parliament at a later date, a’la Gail Porter, entitled ‘The gullible’.
Back to the point, and the purpose of this blog post; that is, giving thanks and a shout out to the wonderful Open Studios in Altrincham, who both locals and not so locals, will know from the wonderful classes they put on, and the marvellous ‘Hidden Altrincham’ festival, showcasing art around the town.
That non-consideration, will very quickly be discouraged through encouragement, by the lovely Jo Cushing who has not only shown me how to put up an easel without trapping everyone of my fingers (although I’m still unable to put it away without smashing it into the ceiling), but the rudimentaries in applying charcoal to paper, and drawing the wonderfully poised and, well, remarkably ‘still’ life models before me.
I have been to two classes so far and any nerves about picking up a piece of charcoal since I was in high school were quickly calmed by not only Tutor Jo, but by the other lovely artists (when I say ‘other’ I mean in addition to Jo, not myself) who have attended the class on a Wednesday at 7pm.
It is at this point I add my reason for this particularly timed post. Walk-ins are welcome to each and every class, and no sign-ups are required. This is particularly beneficial to people like me who may appear flaky but unable to go more than once every month of so. Such as being unable go again for a further two weeks…And so this blog post also forms part of a message to Jo…
I haven’t been for a few weeks, not because I’m sulking that I couldn’t draw that foot properly last time – I’m still keen to learn and have even done sketching homework (not life models, you understand).
Anyone and everyone is welcome, including beginners, and for only £13, receive two hours of tutorage. You even get to keep your drawings! And the smudges all over your face from incessantly touching your face with your charcoal fingers (I’m a face toucher, evidently).
And so in the absence of attending tonight (not that I’m suggesting I’ll be missed), I wanted to encourage others to, to keep my place warm so to speak.
With even a tea or coffee thrown in (I take my own diet coke, admittedly – I’m a strange non-brew drinker), add to your life-CV and list of anecdotes, by popping along to give it a go. And I’ll see you there (in a couple of weeks).
Life Drawing classes are every Wednesday 7pm-9pm, as well as Tuesdays 11am-1pm (when I’m unable to attend, as I’m trying to keep myself in employment during the week).
For details of these classes, all others and the Studio itself, please click through to the website here.
I don’t enjoy shopping (stay with me). Specifically shopping in Manchester or the Trafford Centre.
Don’t get me wrong, both are fantastic shopping destinations when nobody else is there. Unfortunately, as much as I think the world revolves around me, nobody’s afforded me the luxury of closing off entire city centres to allow me to swan round.
Again, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy ‘accomplishing’ goods, be they for me (me me) or others, I just don’t enjoy the push and shove of the busy crowds.
Two or three years back, I became an online Christmas shopper. A slave to ‘tracking my order’. Smugly avoiding all human contact. Mission accomplished. Except it all became a bit…clinical and sad. Yes presents came to me. But in the guise of aggressive, brown cardboard packaging, soulless cellophane, and more often than not, in the form of a ‘sorry we missed you’ calling card.
You’re not sorry. I can tell.
Last year, I found my happy medium and did all my Christmas shopping in Altrincham and Hale (cheating on the area very briefly with Knutsford – close enough for it not to be a total betrayal, I feel).
It felt good to support local businesses and traders, and comforting to know that there was little risk of me buying family members, the same as somebody else.
I still shudder when remembering that fateful Christmas when my brother and I both bought my mum the same Simply Red CD (what, she liked them. Not that much though). And not only that, the same Christmas card.
Whilst the Hucknall horror is never far from my mind during Christmas shopping season, time heals and lessons are learned such as not buying everything from HMV (we’re talking pre-download times).
And so I intend to do the same again this year; that is, shop local. And yes I am still speaking of this in the future tense. Raspberry to those who’ve already shopped and wrapped. It’s not envy – I genuinely enjoy the panic and terror of the mid-December dash. I do.
And so, actually getting to the point. Amongst the already lovely independent shops and market stalls, I was thrilled to hear about the new shopping experience on the Alty block this Christmas – the Pop-Up shop at Open Studios.
Even more opportunity to support local traders and designers whilst finding unique gifts that will make everyone love me
…I thought (yes I do think in blogpost soundbites, actually).
Located on Stamford New Road, the Studios are hosting the Pop-Up until Christmas Eve (yep – no doubt, I’ll be last to leave), with work from a range from a number of rotating makers and artists – original paintings, prints, jewellery, cushions, bags, Mick Hucknall albums, crafts – I can’t wait to do my panicking there.
Working in that heaving metropolis that is Manchester City Centre, I’m winning if I roll into Altrincham interchange before 5.30pm, so the Open Studio’s late night opening until 8pm during the week, is of great appeal – especially given the odd time the trams are delayed (bless them).
If you want to get involved on the other side of the fence and wish to sell your wares to lovely, calm, non-panicky consumers such as me, artists and makers are encouraged to call in for a chat.
So with 19 (at the time of writing) more shopping days until Christmas (it pops up at weekends until 6pm too), know that I’ll be popping in before it pops off.