Our Day Out is the name of a musical play I went to see around 1984, so I would have about 14 years old. Me and my mate Chris went to see it at the Crucible in Sheffield.
I mentioned Chris in a previous post. Something I didnt mention then was how I had something between hero worship and a crush on him. So, it was quite a big deal, going to the “Theatre” getting on the train and going to the Big City and all. Not like a date of course, dont get the wrong idea, nothing like that happened until some time later*.
I remember the feeling of freedom, independence and grown-upness at being out on the town without parents. Of course, all these years later I could’nt remember much about the play at all. Of course with Google’s help I do now 🙂 apparently its a Willy Russell play.
Looking at the storyline it’s not surprising I identified with it. The kids are from a school similar to mine, the local industries and situations differ but the story is the same. For me this is 1984 and the Miners are on strike and in Mexborough either your Dad, Uncle or at least your best friends Dad was a Miner*. Things were bleak, even as a young teen I knew this, luckily Mum and Bob were working so we didnt have it too bad and they helped Dad so we didnt starve when we went to him at weekends 🙂
So, the “Day Out” in the musical turning into a self discovery thing and even a break from real life for the kids, thats got to connect with most school kids hasnt it?
As it turns out, it is still the only time I’ve ever been to see anything at the Crucible, even though I’ve now lived in Sheffield for 8 years.
*Reading back over this post I’m concious that it touches on some personal moments and I’m wondering about the reason for writing it. I know that people I know in real life read this and I’m not uncomfortable with that. I think that writing this is more about catharsis than making any particular point.
The moral of this story is that there is no point to this story 😉