
by kb
I was over-enthusiastic when booking seats. Monday's looking good. I reckon it should be possible to run from Pam Thompson's poetry launch in the Clephan Building to Will Kaufman's Woody Guthrie performance in PACE, though life would be easier with a zip wire from the third floor of Clephan to the first floor of PACE. Did no-one think of this or was it vetoed on Health and Safety grounds?
But when I booked my Wednesday tickets, I didn't notice that the interview with Charles Dance continued half an hour after my next event had started. I wasn't sure that leaving early would be polite, but I really want to hear what Professor Keith Laybourn has to say about working-class gambling in Britain in the first half of the twentieth century.
Gambling is a common theme in working-class literature. I've come to think that although it offers little hope for people with low incomes and no chance of a well-paid job or a lucky break, that little hope is better than no hope at all. For many people, gambling is often the only hope there is, though today the gamble may involve auditioning to appear on reality TV rather than queuing at the bookie's or doing the football pools. The movie-going public seem to agree - Slumdog Millionaire is a fairy tale about a young man who clutches at the frailest wisp of impossible luck.
My gambling v. Charles Dance dilemma has been resolved. Mr Dance's fans may be upset but I was slightly relieved at the news that he has cancelled. I won't be the annoying person who tries to creep out of an audience without attracting attention. Instead I can focus on a subject that interests me - and learn from someone else's research.
Gambling, here I come!