Storytelling

We went out to a "Day of the Dead" storytelling evening tonight, at the Theatre Royal in Margate - it was a mixed bag - but mostly pretty enjoyable.  There was a good Ben Heggarty story about the emotions playing hide-and-seek on the 7th day of creation.  There was a Russian story about a demon lover, a Mexican story (also Ben Heggarty) about a boy who has Death as his Godmother, a Hodja story, a story that sounded E. European, about an old man who manages to remember enough to delay death a few months, so that he can feed all the birds over the winter (Tim something), a story about a graveyard where people's age is measured by the number of wonderful moments in their lives - an Emily Parrish story about Durga/Kali - which was quite striking, a great African story about a talking head.  It was pretty good - people were struck by the very vivid song at the end about Worms - a variation on the song I knew as a child

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
Crawl in your ears and out your mouth,
They call their friends, their friends come too
You're a heck of a mess when they get through

I probably would have enjoyed it more had I not had some bad news today.  But that's another story.