Worthy goings-on in Hastings. Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and Hastings Pride
This weekend has been an absolute boiling scorcher - just the time to be advised to shut all doors and windows because of some obscure chemical gas cloud drifting along the coast from Birling Gap. It never reached us anyway.... On Saturday night we went to a production of the Ragged Trousered Philanthropists at the new Opus Theatre in town, and the next day stumbled across the first ever Hastings Pride parade.
The Opus Theatre is in the old Congregational Church in the town centre. I mostly wanted to go just to see the building. I did take some photos of what is indeed a fine old building but some of these on here come from the internet - it was very hot and crowded, so couldn't even bring myself to go upstairs to the gallery to take a proper picture.
When we first moved to Hastings we discovered that one of Robert Tressell's homes was just along from our little rented house in Plylimmon Road on the West Hill. I tackled the Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, but gave up half-way through. Too worthy and preachy for me. Philosopher finished it though.
|Always like this picture - one of Robert Noonan's (Tressell's) painted signes, advertising his employer|
Needless to say, the production attracted every person of a left-wing persuasion in the vicinity of Hastngs. It was like being back in the Moseley and Kings Heath Labour Party. We went to the evening performance, with friends Jan and Tom, who are far more committedly socialist than us......
As mentioned above, the place was absolutely packed. For some reason we all had to queue up outside in the street before they let us in - not sure why.
|A summer evening queue....|
Still, I'm glad we went to the production.
Next day, we went down to town just to get a picture frame from ESK, and blow me it was the Hastings Pride parade. We were sitting outside Caffe Nero and met Jan and Tom again by chance. We watched the parade - the first in Hastings. Surprisingly many people joined in, including the inevitable Hastngs drummers, belly dancing troupe which includes our neighbours from across the road and Happy Harold the trolley bus.... Here are a few pictures. Again, thanks to Sid Saunders for two of these, off Facebook.
|Now, who are those two women on the left....|
Oh dear, what an old cynic Battleaxe sounds. Well, she wouldn't be a Battleaxe otherwise, would she?