Silent Cinema: A Night of Laurel & Hardy
Growing up Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy were always staples in our home. When my mother was little she had spent hour after hour at her Aunty Jessie's watching old Laurel and Hardy films and developed a love for them, so naturally they were a huge part of me and my brother's life. There has always been something I have found oddly comforting about the two men on screen; whether it is Ollie's black bowler hat or the goofy look on Stan's face as he begins to sob, whenever I sit back and watch them the world instantly seems like a better place. Sadly their's is a kind of humour that you just don't see anymore so when I heard that The Festival Theatre was screening "A Night of Laurel & Hardy" with a live pianist accompaniment I jumped at the chance to buy tickets and organised a mother-daughter date.
Understanding the Invisible
Today I am doing something I have never done before: I am sitting down at my computer and writing about my own personal mental health. This is not something that I ever discuss with the people in my life, in fact it's a topic that I actively avoid. However today, as I type, it is World Mental Health Day and I have decided that today is the day I bite the bullet.