The Bavarian Nutter

Keep reading, it’ll make sense. I hope.

So, RATS (Ruyton Amateur Theatrical Society), in the village down the road from us, are starting to prepare for their annual panto, which this year is ‘Frankenstein, the Panto’. And I got a call last night following the second read-through audition on Sunday to tell me that I’d been given the part of Prince Ludwig. From what I’ve gathered, he’s the naïve one who goes out to rescue the heroine. Nice. The plot line is odd, with Frankenstein not being the villain at all, and the story itself taking place in Bavaria. There are some great characters and one-liners, so I shan’t ruin it in case anybody reading is planning on going to see it. However, it will be taking place around about the time that I’m doing my mock exams, which could prove tiring. But I like being busy, so I’m sure I’ll find time for revision.

In other news, hence the ‘nutter’ part of the title, I’ve taken up jogging. Yes, you read right. I’ve decided that I’m probably not the healthiest of people around, and I might as well do something about it. So I thought I’d start this morning, no time like the present and whatnot. And of course, at 6 o’ clock this morning, the good old British weather was out in full force to welcome me.
Rain + wind + holey trainers = mud + puddles + cold + soaked clothes + wet dog.
So, just as I got back and was standing in the garage with the dog, both of us soaking wet, Dad appeared, as he usually walks the dog at about half 6. (He obviously hadn’t heard me going). I was asked “What the hell’s brought this on?” after I told him that I’d taken up jogging, with the dog. Well at least that’s one less thing for him to do, surely? Conversely, Mum’s reply when I returned was along the lines of “Good for you”.  And if I’m honest, good for me it was, as I did feel very pleased with myself, and I’m guessing that the happy endorphins kicked in when I got to school, as I felt rather happy, despite the weather. I was feeling rather achey, as I’d done an endurance test (the bleep test) at school the day before, with a score of 9.0, but hey, I didn’t care.

So in a shocking revelation, I’m saying that exercise makes me a happier person.
For the moment at least…