tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58583981640742642882024-03-14T10:00:22.148+00:00I,LTV PRODUCTIONS PRESENTSyet another crazy piece of careless and carefree capering about in cyber spaceI, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-54663809778164013852010-01-04T12:08:00.010+00:002010-01-04T16:06:49.541+00:00Curtain Calls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MGiHkYiOKIIqrQAaFR-4u9zHuQiBcsatOYWG3r4E1477j7qzcKptQ8LzwSzgrnamzsyFgAUGKduyeTPbWXdu1lMF4ZVs3_uK4zhbYabMwOj6yfx9Lu3hyphenhyphensfiL3Vlk7QyAAQaeB3H0wOS/s1600-h/panto+bowing+penguin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422859353283476802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MGiHkYiOKIIqrQAaFR-4u9zHuQiBcsatOYWG3r4E1477j7qzcKptQ8LzwSzgrnamzsyFgAUGKduyeTPbWXdu1lMF4ZVs3_uK4zhbYabMwOj6yfx9Lu3hyphenhyphensfiL3Vlk7QyAAQaeB3H0wOS/s400/panto+bowing+penguin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4ANHizhi1U3VLLTezNNPglZjZa8HbDcCNNfFB9rf1K6yT0PbPUVXdgRrO1vvpYhj52VpV3sxZh_k8_PLk3LvaMh7y5AbtFjvzdinmmPi0Ot20JL4bUOTc4FcLJF_NIWiUrVzJTJaK1ml/s1600-h/panto+Detective.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422859272715910898" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga8zukGcYrdi8SnUqG9dfhCirUOPRnB_7olbnHRTdxUAWY8JkhsHgJrdSrCq_pb1tON4qreBPQCUTKiY8nf3ENezZHhsxrBjSopSDWt7YXzxwDzhCJ_hG1h7505cnZVbZDBZ5CWz-7IqFd/s400/panto+bowing2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422859627063338690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgin09PdzF6iRedXciR5SAPlm_7trVymSDfJjoCMIsRiyq3n7XaACLw27e7uK0ANEtfxdwuIVC9Ywmf1X1gROsdErhOglbroT23CEPrUoConX3TNq3e8hbRBxRNYf9MyDQgzZdjLRvLsEQj/s400/lemonade.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422916652052357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMbPd5fTRGO88rf_TJjVmoOqinZ8W3IJ0knFYpOEvxFc9CH1p-KlAF9pU5zIqCLq28vR8E4bFiP6HuN996x-u8oHLR7l3VZUqEXTBmLMFqIMLGgXa8NoDqcZRFL1Jme_JRgR5tWcRexMcy/s400/panto+nails.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksi6ZdfsU-8SsNhD5iPeK4yw_QCIGkfYuV7eBiktn4d53GQ6weNYoZvEUjtLvhnV1Kc6JadUMFDnwSY3MxkHeQRgmMZSQkiCMiknL2WR3Oc_goQsg_kLDA9d3lC-KnR-juRowgt-6Uura/s1600-h/panto+Bowing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422858160757118946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksi6ZdfsU-8SsNhD5iPeK4yw_QCIGkfYuV7eBiktn4d53GQ6weNYoZvEUjtLvhnV1Kc6JadUMFDnwSY3MxkHeQRgmMZSQkiCMiknL2WR3Oc_goQsg_kLDA9d3lC-KnR-juRowgt-6Uura/s400/panto+Bowing.jpg" border="0" /></a>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-34672582179550458882009-12-31T15:02:00.008+00:002009-12-31T16:41:54.812+00:00Finale, Final Scene<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">so, there we have it:</span></strong> <strong>Joe Valentine, PI,</strong> shot the <strong>Villain of Peace. . . </strong>who turned out to be the ultimate and yet unrevealed cross-dresser, but won an Oscar for his non-performance anyhow <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421418761802020210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpH_V11vyhXlUnuVW_8OgE7sKcLku0Emnttl3gQHlBCCSg_a378ehoYTvl_kjcIQ7RrD6rKuO3LExfrxwKH9Msl3t_I6RtgZ8AdhqvPqKoUCxhHscOqkMFzlyxlUf707F9_HVi9I3uFPRW/s400/panto+oscar.jpg" border="0" />. . . Joe won the heart of his moll (who had a <a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/i_love_dave_t_shirt-p2354856509689364913rko_400.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">t-shirt</span></strong> </a>made to celebrate) and they lived happily ever after; <strong>The Penguin With The Strange Case Of Amnesia</strong> won an Oscar for her dance sequences. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421418818582903906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimw34f4Ai9m_5_SQrM4KspYP8guh_MeVlvw57x4rA1VDgn4QtrMuO03iOFx1WJ9D52EiicapEEymCKAtrWtbyZfMk-8jHyBuY5ohSWqOvRcrazYcHGipEmDNMyPLPwN4td_-IJq0psUhuf/s400/oscar.jpg" border="0" /> . . .and retired to <a href="http://www.trainweb.org/twerhs/images/Iowa-snow.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">her special place in the snow and the ice</span></strong> </a>until her services were required again; <strong>Lemonade Stand </strong>found a <a href="http://www.lakewoodconferences.com/direct/dbimage/50353048/Fruit_Juicer.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">replacement</span></strong> </a>and another <a href="http://ne.edgecastcdn.net/80045F/fe1.a.organizedwisdom.com/images/PeanutsLucyLightweight_cop.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">replacement</span></strong></a> and exited stage left to live happily ever after (or at least until next year)</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="justify">meanwhile, <strong><span style="font-size:100%;">The Audience</span></strong> clapped and clapped. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421421050575665186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5-wlw4LIEKnMUZddzmLKc1j0oiYFDw5bBGcI3SXcHUEoSTdN0uzAUfhQ85BZs-_Djbkvpy4uvCoJ_hZu8xnQKIxHzbLF1_j8Yj4rYEmyVCQkyBsvX4Pn0pDr4VclWxEsJCJPO2gpk5I4/s400/panto+audience.jpg" border="0" />. . .until their hands became sore and their wrists ached (well, most of them did, <a href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45564000/jpg/_45564585_queen300.jpg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">one of them</span></strong> </a>just got an aching wrist), hoping for an encore, <em>or a least a little more plot development. . .</em> </div>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-31835481895387057402009-12-30T00:32:00.005+00:002009-12-31T15:38:35.695+00:00Finale, Scene Two<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">in which</span></strong> a pair of<em> sexy go-go boots</em> joins the cast<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420820717450573010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMGQQHRyuSQB_RcmrpD8IBq_h-ego-8L8FQc4PkYzJZcZUgxAjYRcD_2fYTIBWaYFU0gAGP8uk7JqK_ZIR2PvOt23gWUNZsu-M6_sghdNOZC9a_h2NDNGONuw_-h6M7d4XYwPom9HycUm0/s400/panto+sexy_go_go_boots.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="justify">I dunno, from <em><strong>can-can</strong></em> to <em><strong>go-go</strong></em>. . . there has to be a hidden meaning in all this somewhere*. . . (while I ponder this, <strong>The Audience</strong> reach for their song-sheets and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRkovnss7sg"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">burst into song</span></strong></a>!) <em>(*more details to follow soon!)</em></p>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-90498203670906630522009-12-27T14:48:00.011+00:002009-12-31T15:39:38.773+00:00Finale, Scene One<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">in which</span></strong> our intrepid and extremely versatile <strong>Penguin With The Strange Case of Amnesia</strong> is joined by various others for</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419928875490803362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPTunkewyPRLbJg_OhyPYMaU87dWHg1nvuMm5EZuXjF2dMz4zh2LzvJi_jcUu_BFtIuoN2og5TCs-kBlFnZV9_w31mKmizRCuC8QkvWu3zAlPg0TkzeeWWdISDnxaiYWxmSAw7kufYwp1/s400/panto+Happy+Feet.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAMkggHmRUw"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>an amazing Antarctic stomping dance scene</strong></span></a><strong>. . .<br /></strong></div><br /><div align="justify">and, <em>not to be outdone</em>, <strong>Joe Valentine, PI</strong> casts off his coat for a different kind of mackintosh</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419930145843920018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6T7iNMz3aY7u0MhljFlDCC1LPJZJzyrXW1a2cbW3k7ptFYKNX0JFxLAZj6bP4I5C-DF-ZxEdu2FX30MI4xSU26d7FqK7NAYgnnE1e8MIDq4R3ZmPQA7yCeqUqpGAXIl0-lif9iij-zhJ/s400/panto+joe.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HT8ZIfPAI4A"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">and joins in</span></strong></a>. . .<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">glamorous</span></span> assistant rushes to join him, has a bit of an issue with her costume. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419930790213738690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXE9XCOA0vib-AkHkjfSP8JVeqgRUaTrVGLwn-S48ctrT-lzZsK-ne19MGgkxAKBGOdOPksuMgdUlTeEsJlGUhr-zYTsOJ8hNNlqMYZtoLHuPyUr6phW3KWKlTwgaZiTb_D-wkY6cWLAQ/s400/panto+marilyn.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify">. . .so decides to<em> just strip <strong>right off</strong></em> and make the most of the raindrops<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419930850237181186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVmYQHDkEniv1tWvttIxVU9F6mUF-TnRnKHrBRcZw7TzGUfTCZTB7F_i0sP7iltNOUS7gTUiCDBnFGs_LIIDYhF1pM6yHMbk5XubHuwP8oBjNOevwY7WSS6DAnxpcESAy-g_d8CParsp1s/s400/panto+marilyn2.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="justify">but what of our other maiden? and, will <strong>The Missing Amulet</strong> ever be found? and <strong>(*The Audience boos and hisses*)</strong> when will the <strong>I,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LTV</span></span> 2009 Panto Extravaganza Villain</strong> (<em>as yet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">uncast</span></span></em>) ever appear? and, has <strong>The Lemonade Stand</strong> finally run out of lemons? and, <em>more importantly,</em> will he ever sing again? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCDIt50hRDs"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">(brilliant suggestion for his next song here!)</span></strong></a>; and some scenery is still to be built. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419935323390912210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjUs-8x4shVHmTOcmWclHic6rpeH8Odpk5-rmuvEyaMznl2h2Kxiil_XVCTdHqm_2BZiLolRESVrXIv1p5AZj9VsO8W09Rc_jXZX6JVy6j5CklMQgU5t8ZGvew9zJZX3-L3jL9521ihWq/s400/panto+2.jpg" border="0" /></p>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-46715632939068060492009-12-23T23:02:00.003+00:002009-12-23T23:31:46.272+00:00Second Interval: in which. . .<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a Star Is Born</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418571131025881298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3qp75JkgllnF_maZHK1ux1tyaFtyPix9Nq5JKJupOn60OWbHLMiYIQivdUZxQCjS2i-2eqCEBhCZN9qCrTKJs9mPT8PhJIkMJVRUrXrEJ0FH8r_XkHjv5nLLefdTCWtANYlpkJY6jwTl/s400/singing+detective.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify">(click the link in the side bar and sing along with <strong>Joe Valentine, PI</strong>) (or just listen to his sweet<em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ly</span> sung and gently whispered</em> nothings) (meanwhile, not to be upstaged, <a href="http://www.veoh.com/browse/videos/category/anime/watch/v18753045B6wqW3Gq#"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">various Penguins</span></strong> </a>join the <strong>Penguin With A Strange Case Of Amnesia</strong> for a bit of antarctic frolicking. . .)</div>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-37353772813685042632009-12-22T10:42:00.016+00:002009-12-31T15:40:16.204+00:00Act Two (an act in one scene)<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">in which:</span> </strong><em><strong>more members of the cast assemble,</strong></em> stage left, awaiting their appearance, crucial to the thickening of the plot. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016108830357282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCYZK2HFm4-mhNz68UyLE40UrCU0qvX_8MZWkDu3rzDpeqrQc5rB86Pbtt58ieyd0uyQzgfe2akSkmHy-OCyR46e2F7xEJ9WFstF1sk1WDvwkbPJFpQVVWcSKOCsuBG25Xrxg5QPF3Lgw/s400/panto+1.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify">and in the meantime, onstage, <strong>Joe Valentine, PI,</strong> about to shoot, is momentarily distracted by the sudden appearance of his moll <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418010165220611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-SQ_i007XL8tU-qCu2QXG6HCzRanXHaMW6MZY6SjT-4lE9RMZALH1lWGYvTzc0zxTV4DDLmtCu_sJb7Dxqx7kARnkmVuHLaBmrfw3I2o-xmkdBOj87UOcYZOuTXWErw3c_FBq7j1n68Y/s400/marilyn+monroe.jpg" border="0" />(recently emerged from the shower in Joe's dressing room) (and now in full costume) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418010332823884914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDysIreMho8Z8IGEXnnW-Gz-8gXX1W-NUZd1BKNc__4BM4WcxYbJSIfYVJLevWaE_PErg77KWelhxG9KIgFcXUtQMABJPJSkx-Od3jSMxA1k9uemZXtIu3KIrt_HgIjpChwfyVB028oL-D/s400/panto+moll.jpg" border="0" />who strides womanfully to his side where she places her hands firmly over his. . .</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418014654858033282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyEwW_q8K9HmbZo8eFIg315OqJWwU_ZO7Au0GvX-MFPL4gxMeI_kfdMJZ11coOR0rmSx8Gw2hlb5iK-GOK_icIljQoFOHMCOdJ9AWKL-hjh9yWJWhvy6PeNOOgGo7hZdIJQTkwIWdMfKQH/s400/panto+gun2.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">. . .gun - directing it instead at the <strong>Marquis' </strong>bagpipes. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418010078274761730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQT8bxbqG7ZtUKivj9R3gWfIYlomuza9IBvG2lk25a4AiRdVuPJRp4bEJDcIkmHo3WHCRyQ41WBYidemFd5LW1DNSJJyuDAeuA-uhJo3b4Di-ovfK_iBV_h-DQjT5wqx4d1HsX8Ixjn94Z/s400/Bagpipes.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"><strong>a terrible noise is heard!</strong> the audience responds by throwing lemons towards the stage. . .</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />the chorus girls, led by the <strong>Fine French Fancies</strong> <em>(it appears we have two!) <strong>(or is one a cross dresser in disguise?)</strong></em> dive for cover, frilly knickers fill the air</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418012621251464610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaiHAdRkSASQZnJQFUT0kJHxnlrZOYpg5fbZUIT1SIFAt7r7s55DUB026WmzSFTDPZ8UHdbu2u5LMUObBo67mJT7LqaOJ-M1WEdBW2TDeW98GBOxtBDsnZonsHKHx3NNxc1ZwuoXfeWZr/s400/panto+cancan.jpg" border="0" />the <strong>Penguin With The Mysterious Case of Amnesia</strong> and the <strong>Albino Crow</strong> dive and fly for cover respectively. . . but the mystery remains, <em>who was Joe intending to shoot?</em> <strong><em>and why?</em></strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em>and where is the missing amulet?</em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><strong><em>and what will happen to all those lemons?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418133611456768450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLVtx-UDwIPL-hdWG1iBLM_Wdr0kxSh1r0Z0mnpWEASZTUHQPV4N7xrttkAGwsu7rwlzTBgM3GIGDAF6ZnTGwBo1_TtNh89asw8i_xml61Q5t3HQboCH0RFaUCzAk2k1Ziyjt8cj_MfnQS/s400/panto+Lemonade+Stand.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="justify"><em><strong>in the meantime,</strong></em> since he's arrived better late than never (Director: *frowns*), the<strong><em> </em>Lemonade Stand</strong> bursts into song (not accompanied by the bag-pipes, now sadly blown to bits; <em>and</em> whilst wiping lemon juice out of his eyes) (he's a very talented <strong>Lemonade Stand </strong>- you'd expect nothing less from an I,LTV production, now would you)</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Il ne'est joie ne joir n'autre bien qu'on puist sentir<br />N'imaginer,<br />Qui ne me samble languir,<br />Quant vo douceur adoucir vuet mon amer:<br />Dont loer et aourer et vous cremier, tout souffrir,<br />Tout conjoir, Tout endurer<br />Vueil plus que je ne desir guerredonner<br />Foy porter"</span></em> </div>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-75876577803223415552009-12-22T10:36:00.008+00:002009-12-27T15:03:25.069+00:00First Interval<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">During which:</span> <em>members of the audience </em></strong>are handed lemons<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418008512233109490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4ho-G9uwWOlbvLMgWxpBM_liPstEXZFdyS2TdSVjI72g-3KMXGrtNoqa9bLftiqkHGThau0kPq4-eapOQIx7KyRj-KCJyYP4rGnyYG67kSRy6YYKb6VC2HqLQqws9CPr4DF_QkaexA_1/s400/lemons3.jpg" border="0" />and song sheets <em>(see side bar)</em> are distributed <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418008413313226754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmY8bgD-4lDGPRGx6pIWvLLBWwkjfauDQs9VzQE_Er5VDy7uP_yN_iZQIue31R4QzkZjpaiT2rCwsIUfhsYTTeM-7tny8GYlp4Yz-UGDgyPwIOT3CTWQGsIw-8QjM0iYQ3gOaOSyxBw_m/s400/Zaphod+Beeblebrox2.jpg" border="0" />by a hitherto unmentioned member of the cast. . .</div>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-60247323837608061662009-12-21T18:04:00.012+00:002009-12-27T15:03:46.125+00:00Act One, Scene Two<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage Directions:</span><em> Lemonade Stand lurks, as yet unnoticed, somewhat menancingly at the edge of the stage. . .</em></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8Yb5zAEjtNzNzgmKEbSMzWc9LJVCc2uZnNEs4Af1Kaq7kTeQj5QvGUMpJxOATE6dEqn6lo3Hwl9Xxd-JetN6HcT3I-cTRjiGUd4fiZV0x7HX5oBfxUvFqDAZb5QnbUgzh0pukbvn3pZ6/s1600-h/panto4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417752700340103010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8Yb5zAEjtNzNzgmKEbSMzWc9LJVCc2uZnNEs4Af1Kaq7kTeQj5QvGUMpJxOATE6dEqn6lo3Hwl9Xxd-JetN6HcT3I-cTRjiGUd4fiZV0x7HX5oBfxUvFqDAZb5QnbUgzh0pukbvn3pZ6/s400/panto4.jpg" border="0" /></a> in this act two strangers appear, one of whom might possibly be the <strong>German Forest Dwelling Magician</strong> and the other of whom might be someone in need of a Magic Carpet; perhaps they are fencing stolen goods, perhaps they have very large wallets, we don't know. . . what we know is that they came prepared for festive celebrations, bringing with them cup cakes!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SVSCW-mE2DLdc8UGo-tWdn3d9_aInGddkbPaL6tWFQXekK18nh-pCWoDkxKRy7XIN6DePm36xToDBMWxWX1Z0QN-rtTOoiBI0_NiIfTzrTJDTXefUKPtBkrKMlRW22G-o0c5KORbDvIp/s1600-h/panto+food.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417752419706072290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-SVSCW-mE2DLdc8UGo-tWdn3d9_aInGddkbPaL6tWFQXekK18nh-pCWoDkxKRy7XIN6DePm36xToDBMWxWX1Z0QN-rtTOoiBI0_NiIfTzrTJDTXefUKPtBkrKMlRW22G-o0c5KORbDvIp/s400/panto+food.jpg" border="0" /></a> a lady, who had been trying to distract <strong>The Highlander</strong> by blowing kisses from her balcony, instead let loose her pet peacock. . .<br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsYnb9XMLbh1061LhmhhZna1MLzeEKNMzonNLTerPKtoe9fJjvROcV1epwfTAxPyQX-K6VHvfA2BTsInRdkngt1XoKJRFbyO4QtAkgUYO4wHwBbr4LsfqZLssNvFHH40PBNrsZ7bqpepv/s1600-h/panto6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417752107483561954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidsYnb9XMLbh1061LhmhhZna1MLzeEKNMzonNLTerPKtoe9fJjvROcV1epwfTAxPyQX-K6VHvfA2BTsInRdkngt1XoKJRFbyO4QtAkgUYO4wHwBbr4LsfqZLssNvFHH40PBNrsZ7bqpepv/s400/panto6.jpg" border="0" /></a>the pet peacock dropped a feather in<strong> The Highlander's</strong> direction <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417752232742533922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLr5P5MgTe0HFnwMCblhQkoU9BRhqGomxktsxccsx05sDZdhGUwo1pbC2jtshR4sDuxopDo9_6FXmIIIl_drE4gAvRhMBnizMv9tROefgMvApVXgwo6iRtZTvtS2suEu0zyhiaAoMH0dmG/s400/peacock+feather+water+drop.jpg" border="0" />distracting him from his task onstage, which was trying to upstage the <strong>Fine French Fancy. . .</strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong></strong></div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><div align="justify">but to no avail, as the <strong>Fine French Fancy</strong> is joined by a<strong> Chorus of Can Can Girls</strong> (one of whom was swinging in the sixties and is still swinging!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417831140254749826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHvaqr-nK9Cu3it53uNB6Aes7E4JYMTPs81aXkcXE0Dj3oQBDJgEyvOXfx0B7AYaq2f0QKLdwW7fJR6LVVPLmIQuBLzO5i71n9sPlOBPiGsdHXDjkhb4cbxQJh4EjxtJy5DhDdTmpYacEL/s400/panto+can+can.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-14846077971985618392009-12-21T11:10:00.010+00:002009-12-27T15:04:09.155+00:00Act One, Scene One<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage Directions:</span> <em>girl wanders, lost, in forest. . .</em></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417645564231803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOO0PPq7z22ppYNUg-dqhddZf810p7es6jhBIzaulPl28Fs7QFsFD66jq2UoZr70WNl4ym_C5S1GL-Rt_WqA_mP-MKSMonQ_Tb1d3Ps7cCB_N4qys-vo8gz_p2a41kMqbKLvElS_m22BU/s400/panto3.jpg" border="0" /><strong>Joe Valentine, PI,</strong> appears, as if from nowhere. . . however, even aided and abetted by <strong>The Penguin with the Strange Case of Amnesia</strong>, they couldn't see the wood for the trees. . . so who, we asked ourselves, will appear next to help rescue the maiden. . .<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em>Ah-ha!</em> no, not a band of Norwegian vikings, but <strong>The Highlander</strong> strode on. . . we know not what he wears under his kilt (big <strong><em>oo-oooooooooooooooooooo</em></strong> from the audience please) but we do know that he plays a mean tune on his bag-pipes. . . as the maiden looked aside, blushing, at the thought of <strong>The Highlander's</strong> undergarments (or even his chest wig) <strong>Joe</strong> withdrew his cravat and offered it to <strong>The Penguin</strong> (who had forgotten to put on her costume). . .<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br />in a puff of smoke, the <strong>Famous French Fancy</strong> appears, singing a love song <em>(as a form of distraction) <strong>(from the cross-dressing)</strong> (it's terrible when someone uses balsamic vinegar instead of red wine vinegar) </em>to one and all (accompanied by<strong> The Highlander</strong>, on his bag-pipes) but secretly to his (or perhaps her) one true love. . .</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"Foy porter, honneur garder, Et pais querir, oubeir,<br />Doubter, servir, et honnourer, Vous vueil jusques au morir, Dame sans per.<br />Car tant vous aim, sans mentir, Qu'on poroit avant tarir,<br />La haute mer,<br />Et ses ondes retenir que me peusse alentir de vous amer."</span></em></div>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-85641738891052433462009-12-18T19:46:00.000+00:002009-12-18T19:47:56.436+00:00it's almost panto time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b49SgLPIDh-SH9U7qfK7cpxhf17D88xWabluzEtwwuNRIHsJHZQGhavCZxFyy8cWRHJEpZ-lvOOiDIGYdI5y9NxnhvnVAKyP6hiDKnwLgaGF9O34r39MbwlWYRdWi_dZQyPRoeXwSJQN/s1600-h/panto+time.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416665202670948546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b49SgLPIDh-SH9U7qfK7cpxhf17D88xWabluzEtwwuNRIHsJHZQGhavCZxFyy8cWRHJEpZ-lvOOiDIGYdI5y9NxnhvnVAKyP6hiDKnwLgaGF9O34r39MbwlWYRdWi_dZQyPRoeXwSJQN/s400/panto+time.jpg" border="0" /></a>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-4010232810854819022009-12-17T23:39:00.000+00:002009-12-21T13:40:58.769+00:00are you sitting quietly?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYzIF0nV0xVkJStA7z5f3boNA5A92WhpQCw0Qr6VpDW3WyjKsx7wnr8RbXmO_0FGYBQ4kH_SDuE8PBlNGuQBloZPVmFDtIvkTLNVXz9i31ZfSnb03OcllE315b4gs9yqJfUUJkNg1KFq3/s1600-h/panto+curtains+closed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416199538169745538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYzIF0nV0xVkJStA7z5f3boNA5A92WhpQCw0Qr6VpDW3WyjKsx7wnr8RbXmO_0FGYBQ4kH_SDuE8PBlNGuQBloZPVmFDtIvkTLNVXz9i31ZfSnb03OcllE315b4gs9yqJfUUJkNg1KFq3/s400/panto+curtains+closed.jpg" border="0" /></a>I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-74633098421227126702009-12-17T13:41:00.001+00:002009-12-17T18:54:42.789+00:00roll up! roll up!<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">get your tickets. . . get your tickets. . .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416199325241249138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7SgnjZdB5bt8wHJ4p1jzVuLcSyp-wg_Y8JP7pMv_-IOyipwFDFKnEAWMLvOwdXxIxssosAYmteuWtRCR57-orUwJzg05qpbKbuAVeHWDtjrhI3ZKw2s40yHn8ECvu71-J4_nCdIKVozwe/s400/panto+tickets.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong>for the international - <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">potentially</span> intergalactic (yes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Zaphod</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BeebleBrox</span> <em>Himself</em> has heard of our small and so far insignificant plans, and is currently negotiating his involvement) - production of the decade!I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5858398164074264288.post-31831359993290198902009-12-17T10:31:00.000+00:002009-12-21T13:41:24.291+00:00the full frontal nudity clause*<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(you knew there was one, right?)</span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416345161776473666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5JpZeee6AG_bgkMQmJzD9uHkqgt0ex5LrZrYSLdwWoDzb6NJSXf_Z5H_zEuNGztcdo1UhI3RSldJypyR4WEWFMIMXx-o1OcPx1eujmkbwR1arUpqvMHZMiknSC9fZu3hu-O1APSic7zhK/s400/panto+ffn.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">PLEASE NOTE:</span></strong> applies to male* roles** <em>only</em> (**whether played by man or woman)(*male <em>human</em> roles, not penguins)I, Like The Viewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com14