His person and his creator had taken Blob Thing to the theatre one night to see a production of The Night Watch, by Sarah Waters. Blob liked the play but there were things he didn't understand and there were a few things that scared him a bit. All those loud noises as if there were explosions happening. He's not keen on loud noises.
During the show Blob got asked by his person if he wanted to try his hand at acting and treading the boards. Would Blob want to be on stage at the Manchester Royal Exchange Theatre? Well Blob was so excited he could hardly contain himself and he smiled broadly and turned even more pink than usual.
Blob was a bit wary but he got up on the stage and beamed. An actor. It was ever such fun. Here you can see him playing to the crowd.
Blob was popular. People smiled at him. But not everyone was happy. A man came over and said to Blob's person, "You can't put things on the stage."
She could see that the man was saying something completely untrue. Of course she could put things on the stage. She had put Blob Thing there and he was having fun dreaming about being a star. The man was quite clearly totally wrong.
But the man didn't look happy about things. So she advised Blob that it might be a good idea to stop acting for the night before the man got too cross. He obviously didn't want to see Blob on stage and he was wearing an official badge and costume. Blob agreed and he didn't want to get his person in trouble so he climbed down from the stage.
Blob wasn't distressed by the man. The man didn't look to Blob as if he smiled very often and Blob felt sorry for him. People should smile. There is so much good to find in the world that smiling should be a regular part of most people's days.
Blob sat back down and his creator held him up so another picture could be taken of him in front of the stage he had walked upon. Yes, that is Blob's creator you can see there. Blob likes it when he can visit her. He thinks she is amazing and he had laughed with joy that evening when she had ridden on the rotating stage. Nobody else had done that. Just his creator because she knows how to live and how being free can be more important than being stately or respectable.
Blob settled down on his creator's lap, the lights dimmed and he was able to watch the rest of the play. Afterwards, Blob's person tried to explain the nuances of the play. But she didn't do a very good job of it or of helping Blob to understand what it all meant. She confessed that she didn't really know herself, even after reading the book. To her mind the book was a bunch of people doing some things in and after a war and no matter how well it had been written she didn't quite see the point of it. Blob's person quite often misses meanings and subtexts.
It had been a good night. Blob was happy. He knew that he was going home the next day and would miss being with his creator. But he knew that he would be back and they would share some more exciting things. There was lots of excitement in that visit too. He had been to Southport on the train. On another day he had an amazing day out with his person on which he walked round not one, and not two, but three reservoirs. He wants to tell you all about it. But that will be another day.
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