C.C. Humphreys’ keynote poem at When Words Collide #wwcyyc17

Hello Members of the Tribe!

Several of you have asked for a transcript of the poem/doggerel I spouted at the keynotes yesterday. Here ’tis:

We are the genre novelists, fiction is our game,

We do not write for fortunes, we do not write for fame.

We write because we have to, the fire that burns inside

To fly across the galaxies, and sail the oceans wide.

We stand upon the shoulders, of greats who blazed so hot;

Donaldson, Wells and Tolkien, Azimov, O’Brian, Scott.

We rub against great shoulders, a fabulous display

Eestep, Hiyate, Leslie and of course Guy Gavriel Kay

So when you reach for implements, for goose quill, pen or keys,

Do not seek for glory, nor seek too much to please.

Write because you have to, the fire that burns inside,

To fly across the galaxies, and sail the oceans wide.

 

Apologies again to my obvious mentor, Walter McGonnagal!

 

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Shakespeare Goes Electric: The adventures of two old thespians in the Gulf Islands

It began with a phone conversation with my old mate, Neil Dickson. He in LA, me on Salt Spring Island. We’d appeared in a 1985 mini series together: AD-Anno Domini, a Biblical-Roman epic. Stayed friends and saw each other over the years. In our chat I learned that Neil had a one man show, a play called The Standard Bearer, about an old actor taking Shakespeare to ‘the natives’ in East Africa, 1980. I have a one man show, ‘Shakespeare 1600’, about the world that Hamlet arose from. One man shows are hard to book as people want a whole evening’s entertainment. Two one man shows however…

shakespeare-on-the-islands-pender-2Which is why we found ourselves six months later boarding the Queen of Cumberland in Fulford Harbour and setting out on the ‘sea’ road. We were being toured by Ptarmigan Music and Theatre Society based out of Pender Island and the wonderful Krista Konkin organized everything for our first three gigs – Galiano, Mayne and Pender.

We arrived on Galiano and went straight to the Community Hall. img_1775There we were met by Sonya, who hailed from Essex, and who was our stage manager, technician and box office controller.

Neither show was too technical – we each needed some pre show music, basic lighting. I had a slide show to present and Krista had armed me with a projector and screen. And this is where I had my first difficulty – the clicker didn’t advance the slides, I downloaded a program to use it from ‘ye olde iPhone’.

That would work well for the first few five minutes then inevitably conk out when I actually needed it. 1600-on-pender-1In the end, at all the gigs, I relied on some kind soul to advance the slides on my command. A slight hitch – and since my show is part improvisational I was even able to have some fun with it.

We had an audience of 30, all enthused by the evening. At the talk back there were a lot of great questions.

 

 

 

img_1787We’d been told there was a pub next door that would be open. The word ‘pub’ is the absolute favourite of all old English actors – after a show there’s nothing they want more than a pint. We hastened thither – and it was closed! But there were lights at the back and I pushed into the kitchen. ‘Closed,’ said the chef. But the young manager was there – Nicole from Taiwan. After I explained who we were and worked the puppy dog eyes she took pity and let us in. Not only did she pull us a pint each, she then appeared with a huge tray of nachos! Then it was back to our cabin at Driftwood Village and a rendezvous with another old friend – The Glenlivet. Tales followed, memories shared. It’s very rare for me these days to be able to return to the world both Neil and I emerged from – English regional theatre. Tales of dodgy digs, strange landladies, romantic encounters, drunk actors all flowed with the whiskey. This was what we’d both signed up for all those years ago. What was for so centuries was the primary impulse of the actor: take a show on the road. Gypsies moving from town to town. Our lives are so different now. But this was a time machine back to a special time and though our bones creaked a little, we revelled in it.

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Neil also had the extra dimension of never having been to the BC before, let alone the Gulf Islands. He was gobsmacked by their beauty and it didn’t rain once on us.

 

 

 

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Programs, Yorick, Beer, Glenlivet, Money Box

There were two other members of the team: Yorick the Skull, who opened the show with me; and our electric car, a Leaf. I’d scored this from Motorize.ca in Victoria BC. They were happy to sponsor us, in exchange for some promo. I loved the fact that we were green in our travels.

 

 

 

Onto Mayne, this time the Agricultural Hall. Another great tech/SM – David. He set us up wonderfully and a small audience appreciated what we did.

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Three performers on Mayne

 

Then it was back to our digs – a lovely little cabin in the woods, Raylia Cottage.

Pender next – home base for the tour, everything taken care of by the fab Krista, her husband Leon and the SM Colin. This was a bigger hall and we got a bigger crowd. img_1808

I’d also set up our digs with a friend, William Deverell, the great crime writer and his delightful partner, Jan Kirkby. They provided us with amazing food and drink after the gig in a house I think one of the most beautiful I have ever stayed in.

 

 

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Neil Dickson, drunk in Africa

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Artspring Stage. About to show a clip from AD – the series we did in Tunisia 1983/4

We returned to my home base, Salt Spring Island on the Friday and had a day off, to show Neil about here. Saturday night we were playing at Artspring, a proper theatre with more bells and whistles for us to use. Pender had been a good house of 60. Artspring doubled that, so it was terrific to end with a bang. A little gathering afterwards at Café Talia, old friends as well as new – and the visiting British Consul who I’d met in Vancouver and who made her first trip to the islands to see us – was a great wind down. But not the last. The last saw Neil and me in my writing hut, finishing the Glenlivet, laughing our heads off.

I feel I have just laid out the facts here without the feeling. I mentioned above that this sort of touring felt like a return to our roots, the world Neil and I began our careers in four decades ago. It may not be a world we want to live in now – I am mainly a writer of course, and Neil has a very different full life in Los Angeles. But to do it for a few days? Travel, explore a new place, set up a show, perform – which is still the ultimate high after all – then to wind down with lovely food and drink and conversation?

As I had said to him from the beginning, quoting Great Expectations: ‘What larks, Pip! What larks!’ Now I am trying to set us up with a few more gigs. There’s more whiskey to be drunk, more places to visit, more audiences to share Shakespeare with, to engage in discussion and exploration. What larks indeed!

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TOUCHSTONE TUESDAYS 7: The Make Up Box

Hello All! And sorry for the week’s delay. I got a touch distracted by my mad decision to both direct and act in ‘A Midsummer Nights Dream’ on Salt Spring Island, where I live. We opened last week – went well, thanks very much for asking. So it seems appropriate that I go for a theatrical touchstone this week: my old make up box!

Make up boxHere it is, with some of its contents revealed. The actual make up is in that old brown cigar box. And when I say actual make up I am referring to the sticks I bought for make up class at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama… in 1975! So you can guess why I haven’t opened it. My Hazmet suit is at the cleaners.

Why a cigar box? My Dad, an actor himself, (especially in pre-war England) told me when I wanted to get a fancy dancy plastic multi-levelled make up container: ‘No real actor uses those. They use cigar boxes. Here, you can have my old one.’ I think he just didn’t want to lay out the cash! Beside it is my Jack O’ Clubs soap dish. Have no clue where I got it – but the Jack of Clubs is my card. I had a phase when I would draw it a statistically impossible number of times. Then, of course, I did write the JACK ABSOLUTE books. (Click on title to visit them). The towel was a gift from my good friend Bruce Winant, a wonderful actor who I met on the set of the Biblical Roman epic ‘AD – Anno Domini’ in Tunisia in 1985. He was later in the LA company of Les Miserables and gave it to me. The cardboard box contains facial hair – various disguises I have worn to enhance a character, or hide myself. Indeed in the photo you see a moustache that was the character: a chancer called Bernard in the BBC’s Franchise Affair circa 1987.

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And the eye patch? Talk about disguise! I wore that in a production of ‘The Three Musketeers’ at the Bristol Old Vic in 1988. Annoyed that I’d spent all my life craving to be D’Artagnan only to find myself playing D’Artagnan’s victim, Cahusac of the Cardinal’s Guards, I decided to distinguish myself. Much to the disgust of the other actors, when I suddenly appeared sporting it at a dress rehearsal. Apparently it pulls focus a bit on stage. Who’d have thought!

 

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And here’s a shot from my latest use of make up – just a touch around the eyes. I am playing Oberon in that ‘Dream’ on Salt Spring Island, BC right now – well, this coming weekend, if you are about! Oh, and that’s my son Reith playing Puck. Now there’s a guy who really likes his make up!

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TOUCHSTONE TUESDAYS 6: He Who Lives By The Sword!

If Toy Soldiers were my youthful passion (Read ‘Touchstone Tuesday 5’, below), the sword is my lifetime one.

My mother always said she felt that I was born with a sword in my hand – which must have been rather painful for my Ma, birthing wise! It is certainly true that one of my earliest photos – alas, now lost! – is of me, aged three, in full Zorro regalia, complete with plastic rapier. We lived in California at the time, so he was my hero. We moved to England when I was nearly seven, and my reading led me to other heroes – D’Artagnan of the Musketeers, assorted Viking heroes from the novels of Henry Treece with their named blades ‘Soul-Snatcher’, ‘Life-Biter’; Excalibur from any tale of Arthur.

So I was more than ready, when I went to my senior school at thirteen – University College School, in Hampstead, London – to pick up a sword in earnest, and join the fencing team.

swordsThe sword you see here, with its guard on the right, is my sabre. Though I trained in all three weapons – foil, epee, and sabre – it was the last that I was really drawn to. Connoisseurs mock me, decrying it as a hooligan’s weapon of slash and leap, compared to the finesse required for the foil, or the elegance of using the epee. But for a teenager steeped in swashbuckling, the sabre was it. It suited my sporting temperament too. I have always been better at sports where I don’t have to think too much. I was a good right back at football when it came to scything down opponents – just don’t let me dwell too long on the ball and have to think who to pass it to! I preferred rugby – tackle this person now, run with ball until tackled. Simple.

Sabre was all about instant choice and acting upon it. And so I excelled. Became school sabre champion at sixteen. Reached the semi finals of the London Schoolboys Championship that year, 2 years younger than the others. If I have a ‘I could have been a contender’ story, fencing is it. I fell out with the maestro, a strict Christian disciplinarian who objected to some of my new interests i.e. girls and beer. But a fellow I regularly beat in tournaments from a rival North London school was fencing for England a year after I gave up.

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Sigh! Still, I channelled my passion into my career. Essentially I became an actor so I could leap about with bladed weaponry. And I have done lots of it. If I was not Zorro I was his opponent Sir Miles Thackeray in the 90’s TV series. If I was not D’Artagnan, I fought him as Cahusac of the Cardinal’s Guards in ‘The Three Musketeers’ at the Bristol Old Vic in 1988. (Here, stabbed through the throat)

 

 

SHAKESPEARE'S REBEL 3bAnd then there is my writing. Swords abound – and came to the forefront in my 2014 novel, ‘Shakespeare’s Rebel’ (Click on title to read more of it) about William’s fight arranger in 1601 London.

And it was the thrill of my life when we launched the book at Vancouver’s Shakespeare festival, Bard on the Beach. We did an evening of swords and words, allied with my friends at Academie Duello, the extraordinary medieval martial arts school in Vancouver. For on that night I fought as my main character, John Lawley.

 

Using the backsword (A light broadsword) you see above – and click here to watch the fight!

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I keep these weapons near. All my touchstones I will handle for inspiration at some stage in my writing process. These I will grasp and do moves with when I am too long at my desk, lost in a thicket of words. And, of course, when I am writing a fight, I will draw one, and leap about my hut – as lost in swordplay as I was when I first picked up the plastic rapier, aged three!

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TOUCHSTONE TUESDAY 5: Toy Soldiers

Welcome back to Touchstone Tuesdays. My attempt to blog consistently by writing about the objects I treasure and that I keep around me in my writing hut. Today: my Toy Soldiers

It will probably not surprise my readers to learn that I have always been keen on matters military. My passion may stem from being the child of warriors – my father was a Battle of Britain fighter pilot, my mother a Norwegian spy. It may be a past lives thing – if reincarnation is true, then I have certainly fought, perhaps in several incarnations. What I can be certain of is that I am thrilled by battle (While willing to admit that I am thankful every day that I have never had to take part in one!). This passion was initially reflected in my reading, later my writing. In my choice of sport – I was a fencer. But really it found its first full outlet in wargaming – the assembling of, and playing with, an army of miniature metal soldiers.

Napoleon's Grand Armee and Wellington's Redcoats

Napoleon’s Grand Armee and Wellington’s Redcoats

Here is my collection, on one shelf of my hut. Each 25mm (about one inch) tall. They are from the Napoleonic era, specifically towards the end of it, and its bloody climax at the Battle of Waterloo, probably my ‘favourite’ battle – and one I have yet to write about. I have an even number of troops on each side and of the various types one would need to wargame i.e. recreate and fight, according to written rules, a skirmish or battle of the era. So I have three regiments of infantry on each side: a line regiment, a Guard/elite regiment and a light regiment. I have two batteries of cannon per army. I have two squadrons each of dashing cavalry.

And, of course, I have the commanders, depicted here before their flags – Napoleon himself and his nemesis, the Duke of Wellington.

The Rival Generals

The Rival Generals

 

Each tiny figure I painted sometime between my 11th and 14th birthdays. I marvel now at my younger self’s patience. My complete absorption. (The fact that I can still see!)

 

 

 

Polish Lancer and Officer of 'The Blues'

Polish Lancer and Officer of ‘The Blues’

 

In this photo you see two my of my faves: An officer of the Blues, the premier regiment of the English Household cavalry. And a man he may have faced upon that bloody Belgian battlefield: a Polish Lancer. With these two figures – and their companions – I think I reached my height as a painter.

 

 

I played wargames as a teenager. Occasionally over the years since I have encountered someone who shares the passion and have got the figurines out again – there is a huge subculture of ‘gamers’ in the original sense of the term. No screens and advanced graphics for us! A few hills carved from plaster board and painted green. A few miniature plastic trees – and these soldiers, pushed around a tabletop, their movements measured by rulers, their firing, morale, attacks and defences governed by rules that seek to replicate the period’s tactics.

The truth is, these soldiers lay in a tool box, cushioned in foam for years as I shuttled around the countries of the world. They have emigrated as much as I – which means eight times. So to finally get them out, set them up in ranks again, even if I have yet to play a wargame with them again… it’s a delight. I look at them – and marvel at the youthful me, lost in that world of war. At these tiny men in whom I poured so many of my imaginings.

'The Old Guard never surrenders'

‘The Old Guard never surrenders’

And this outsize fella? He is a plaster souvenir, bought by me at the store on the actual battlefield. I was twenty years old and had hitch-hiked from Granada, in Southern Spain to Belgium. It was the Summer of ’76 and I was returning to London and college at the end of a long Summer. Waterloo was to be my lost stop in Europe. My place of pilgrimage. I’d hitched in from Germany and, as so often happened, the driver of my last ride offered me a bed for the night, in his family home. Turned out the father was the CEO of Peugeot cars, so I was wonderfully fed, offered a superb malt, breakfasted on croissants, then was dropped on the battlefield early the following morning. I had it largely to myself.

 

The Battlefield today.

The Battlefield today.

It is wonderfully preserved, and the features of landscape and the main houses – the farmhouse of La Haye Sante, the chateau of Hougement – are also still there. I wandered, a kid in a candy store, until I had to hitch my way out of there to make the night ferry from Ostend. (I marvel at that version of myself as much as I do the teenage painter – the hitchhiker, carefree and broke, accepting the kindness of strangers!) I had just enough money to see me home, precious little for food – and the little extra I needed to buy this veteran of Napoleon’s Old Guard. As content as only a 20 year old on adventure can be.

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