Every superhero has a good back story, and this week we explore the origins of The Man with Bread on his Face, aka Captain Breadbeard. The exact environment and ingredients which lead to the transformation remain unknown, however the process certainly involved our protagonist having to prove himself. Much like being awake or asleep, there exists a transitional or intermediary state, and this is where we discover Doughface. No longer just face, but not quite breadbeard either.
The word doughface usually has negative and political conatations, essentially describing someone who is easily molded by others. However, I would like to claim the phrase back to the light side of the force. Of course, no one wants to be easily manipulated to someone else’s agenda, but I think being open-minded and allowing specific people to influence you is a positive life choice. It is the yeast that can make you better in your chosen discipline, a better collaborator, and ultimately a better human being. Too far?
28 Plays Later.
I have continued writing a play each day. I won’t make you read all the plays I have been writing, but here are some highlights…
Femfarce. A play inspired by AC Comic’s Femforce, but written in the style of a farce and in celebration of the 100th year anniversary of women first being given the vote in the UK. The play is called “Femfarce” and the plot is essentially Germaine Greer recruiting a group of women with super powers to finally put men in their place…
“Meet Flush. Forced into a job cleaning toilets but still earning less than her male peers doing the same. But then a freak accident involving a lemon scented urinal block, and she would never be the same again. Superhuman speed and the ability to render any man helpless with her lemon punch, leaving them unable to smell or taste anything but toilet lemon.”
“We will pick up the rest of the team on the way. To the Suffra-Jet!”
Kumma Kia! No quotes, but a summary plot for you… A Korean pop jukebox muscial take on the classic Mumma Mia called Kumma Kia! Staring the music of Britney Spears.
Olympic Services. A new business venture…
Paul: I give you “Olympic Services” (unveils a logo which is essentially the Olympic games logo, but with only 3 of the rings)
Steve: Right. And what exactly are you going to be offering?
Paul: Boxing. Fencing. Curling.
Steve: As in sports training? Equipment? Coaching? What?
Paul: No, no. Boxing for house moves or gift wrapping presents. Fencing, as in fences for your garden – supply and fit.
Steve: And let me guess, a hairdressers?
Paul: Actually no, Curling will be sports training and equipment. (pause) Joking, yes Steve. You’ve got it – a hairdressers.
In other news.
Now to a very first world problem. I’ve been wrestling with which vinyl albums to put up on my office wall. Only eight spaces available. My hipster beard tells me I should choose eight albums that no one else has ever heard of, but Dave Grohl is telling me “I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you ****ing like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not ****ing cool.” Thanks Dave.
In truth I would have picked more Bon Iver albums, but I decided 1 album per band. Judge away…
There’s only one man with bread on his face.
Thanks to those that sent photos of my potential dopplegangers, spotted this week in Thanet and Annapolis. Have you seen the pretenders? I saw The Proclaimers at Cropredy Folk Festival in 2015, but it doesn’t really count.
And in final news.
On Thursday I had a hand sandwich for my lunch…