The Grampire, Darth Vader and the Wicked Witch

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An’ foolish notion:
What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us,
An’ ev’n devotion!

Robert Burns: To a Louse

“That’s my grandma!” proclaimed my three-year old granddaughter, pointing at the Wicked Witch on the stage.

“Oh no, it isn’t…”

“Oh yes, it is!”

“Shhh…” said her parents.

“Well, it looks like my grandma…” insisted Hollie, loudly enough to be heard by half the theatre.

I had not been at the pantomime… on stage or off… but every other member of her extended family took great delight in telling me about the event on New Year’s Day. The consensus seemed to be that it was the hooded cloak that had done it… because of the one I had worn when I had dressed up for Hollie‘s…

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