Soliloquy January 1972: Guess Who I am Ball
Everything Looks Red Through Rose-Tinted Glasses
Arriving at Jury’s – with not a judge in sight – I was confronted by a spectacle that made my eyes water. (cigarette smoke) having made my way through the haze of nicotine, I came upon the wondrous sight of a Scotsman flaying elderly residents with his shillelagh and issuing Treacy Avenue war-cries much to the delight of his companion who bared his chest to the ladies and held forth his pistol in a menacing manner. Nest to enter was a very suspicious person in a “Sligo State Prison” uniform. He was accompanied by a Cossack from New Street. (ask him to tell you the story of what happened after the ball)
Straight from a Tennessee Williams play came Big Daddy , boot polish and the most gorgeous white lips you ever did see. A touch of the popular music scene was the surprise appearance of Gilbert O’ Sullivan in full gear, boots and all, and can “he” waltz in those boots! Pity he didn’t give us a bar of his latest single. If you think that was strange, you did not see anything yet. My eyes came upon a very voluptuous figure in ankle length dress set off by a blonde wig and rose-tinted glasses. After much eyeing of this female I came to the conclusion that I knew those ankles, and sure enough they belonged to whom I thought they belonged to.
A strange assortment of legs was on show from the not so knobbly to the very knobbly. The local P.P. paid a visit and danced his collar off. A lady from the P.O. was there and had us all tapped. The “Bash” was there resplendent in a jacket straight from the “Good Old Days” and on his arm, the lady with fingers all over the place (on her dress that is). Then there was the lady who had the plea “no dwarfs” – and got here wish. Conspicuous by there absence were the people who were not there. A ball was had by all.
The Sligo Drama Circle produced a newsletter during the early years of its existence. It was named “Soliloquy” during some periods. The correspondent often wrote under the pseudonym “Pegeen Mike”. This is an excerpt from one of the newsletters that we have in our possession. If you have copies of other newsletters, perhaps you could let us have copies. Please contact us through our contacts page.
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