Afternoon drinks at the Tabernacle with the muse, Mr Pounce, the Concierge and various dogs and children, the excuse for all of this was youngest child learning Brazilian dance fighty thing in the studio upstairs leaving grown ups to drink hot toddies and beer with impunity downstairs!
I got to say hello to a diverse number of people who I wouldn't expect to meet in the same place at the same time.
The Tabernacle has changed. Not dramatically but it has changed. For a start the naff gift shop has gone.
Yay! the naff gift shop has gone and with it has gone the ghetto feeling that previously existed which made I and I very uncomfortable about being white in our 'multicultural arts venue' ting!
The gallery has a very good photograph exhibition on, including a wonderful image of Gil Scott Heron, in the long space beside the bar is an exhibition of painting that actually worth seeing which creeps up the stairs to the main space and should set a precedent in my eyes.
Chris Scholey is still there generally managing and managing generally well to cope with the demons that infest the Tabernacle.
I bumped into the producer of this years panto who informed me that, for the first time in years, the panto is not looking back and resting on laurels but is going forward, going to be a twist on Oliver (if you will excuse the pun) and going to be new! Old boring stuff... IT's BEHIND US!
There is some good stuff going on in the tabernacle. I don't think it has got itself into the whole community the right way yet but is improving and quite frankly in the light of it's past as that place between a rock and a hard place is making the right kind of effort.
We left with the oldest boy asking if we could go back for dinner there some time.
I don't see why not!