James Marston: Living the high life in Felixstowe
- Credit: Archant
WHEN I was younger, so much younger than today, I never thought I’d spend a Saturday night sitting round a television.
When I was a young man in the halcyon mid twenties I was a regular on the Cambridge club scene. My friend Lisa and I drank too many vodkas and Red Bulls and never had a hangover, I was young and thinner and had hair. I could get away with smoking. I would never be old.
But this Saturday night instead of propping up a bar and coming home with the milk, I found myself leaving my small Felixstowe flat with sea views (distant) and popping along to another Felixstowe sitting room with front garden views (fairly immediate) to watch a DVD.
Admittedly I had a glass of cider – that weak fizzy stuff not the blow your head off on a park bench type in a plastic bottle – as me and the ladies of the book club settled down to a screening of Othello.
Prepared for a turgid night of 500-year-old jokes and language I couldn’t grasp I chose a comfortable chair in case I nodded off.
However, Othello was rather good and from start to finish I was gripped. It was much better that Romeo and Juliet, which I once saw spoiled by a Juliet who screamed her lines the whole way through and wore a hoodie, I found it quite exciting. That Iago was a naughty fellow.
Half way through we stopped for a buffet - Deborah did a couple of flans and Val made a cake so we all sat round eating - and fellow book club member and playwright Susan gave me a run down of what had actually happened and what it was all about so I could successfully hide my ignorance when it came to the discussion bit afterwards.
- 1 Devastated family wrongly told prisoner hanged himself weeks before release
- 2 Ipswich man jailed for 25 years after teen left paralysed in shooting
- 3 Armed police arrest two 16-year-olds on suspicion of firearms offences
- 4 10,000 listeners tune in to new Suffolk radio station
- 5 How Covid restrictions will change in England this week
- 6 Serious fire breaks out at home in Woodbridge
- 7 'Dire for hospitality in Ipswich' - grill owner hits out at hardship grants
- 8 'It's very frustrating': Anger as £150 stolen from charity shop in Felixstowe
- 9 'Depraved' Felixstowe man jailed for child sex offences
- 10 Weather warning in place for Suffolk as temperatures plunge below freezing
Anyway when I was walking home I realised I had had an enjoyable evening and how times have changed from my wild days with Lisa, who now enjoys cross stitch and collecting collectables and lives with her husband in a large detached house in west Suffolk, instead of a bed sit in Mill Road.
Which, in a roundabout and unclear way, brings me to the Felixstowe Community Choir I have recently joined.
We rehearse on a Monday night – the one night of the week where I am kicking my heels a bit – and we sing pop songs and songs from the shows.
Doreen – my favourite local government big wig – is also a member.
This week we are singing something by the Beach Boys which, interestingly, the gentleman I was sitting next to saw live in RAF Brize Norton in the 1960s, as well as The Rose which Doreen really likes and Bette Midler.