Christmas Party!!!

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It’s nearly Christmas and my uni breaks up next week, every year they throw a Christmas party… with Sock Puppets. I’m really excited to see what they have in store for us this year!

Sock puppets! I know, random right? During my first year, it was a sock-puppet version of Little Red Riding Hood. It was hilarious. Not to mention, our lecturers were looking as if they were enjoying it themselves …. or maybe they had some encouraging boost? We’ll never know. I have to say there is something great about the sock puppets, you can really lose your imagination in them. The hand really does start to look like the head of a weird creature made out of wool, and the characters become alive and believe – I think perhaps because the story has been around for hundreds of centuries and because we have such imaginative lecturers.

We’ve not only had Little Red Riding Hood, but Godot and Medusa too. Each show has a script full of footnotes and bibliographical information, so the voice over usually says ‘see this book….. ‘ right in the middle of the theatre, breaking the walls of the show, and I don’t know – I just find it amazingly hilarious.

I cannot wait to see what this Christmas Sockpuppet theatre is going to hold. I’m still upset that I missed the Doctor who one that was held before I studied at the Uni, they apparently had a Darlek!

Now, as much as I love the sock puppets (they are literally the only reason I attend the party) there is a bunch of food we all buy for it, so we all contribute to the party. So sometime this week, I am going to get a two litre sized Vimto or Coke (coca-cola), just to make sure there’s enough none-alcoholic drinks there for people like me, and some cakes to take to the party, but the best thing this year is that I get out of my 5-9 lecture early! Yay! (It’s such an awful time!)

We have the option to read one of our poems or stories, and this year I’m thinking of plucking up the courage and reading a short, almost fairytale-like story to not only my year but the years below me. It’s one that I was trying to turn into a longer sci-fi piece but struggled with.

Here it is, just imagine the actions:

There’s a girl – about yay high who had never seen words before. So she had never learned to read or write. She lived in a world where words and stories are spoken by machines.

One day, this girl was in her garden – she was digging until she hit a worm-ridden shoebox.

Inside were drawings from a child, and letters written in red crayon. But she couldn’t read them. So what did she do?

She began asking questions but no one knew how to read either. Until she met an old woman who claimed that she could read the letter and promised to read it to her for a price. She wanted the child to go into the woman’s garden and find a rare flower that has red and gold petals.

So the girl agrees. The witch takes her down the cellar, through a door and up different steps into a garden, the witch pushes her through and slams the door. The garden is a maze.

The little girl wonders through the maze hitting dead end after dead end without finding a red and gold flower.


And that is it, for now, I’m going to try and add more, give it a proper ending but I hope you enjoyed it. I’ll tell you how it goes next week.

On the other side, after the theatre, we always go to the local pub have a few drinks (soft for me) and chat some more – it’s a great time and makes all the work we have done worth it.

I wonder what the other departments do? I think the sock puppets are unique to the creative writers, because you know, writers are crazy 😉

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