Walking towards the Toa Payoh ampitheatre this afternoon to catch the third and final performance event on today’s (enforced) schedule, I thought: Aside from budgetary constraints, what’s to stop anyone from spending a whole Saturday (or Sunday) from going on an art marathon? Couch potatoes do it. Movie freaks do it. And if you time it right, you still have time to go to Zouk. If you wanted to. *** But I digress. It’s been an interesting day, to say the least. I started it surrounded by people a third of my age and ended it surrounded by heartlanders. Now, watching a children’s play at 11am may not be everyone’s cup of tea – particularly if you don’t have one yourself and you don’t personally know any of the cast members enough to make that penultimate sacrifice, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. And so it was that I found myself at The Jungle Book, which was staged by SRT’s The Little Company. It was fairly amusing (although I couldn’t help but wait expectantly for The Bare Necessities song, which of course, didn’t come out) and confirms my belief that Timothy Nga, who played the tiger Shere Khan, is effective in playing silly. Two other points. Sitting directly in front of me was Adrian and Tracie Pang and their two kids. If children’s theatre needed a poster family, the Pangs are it. They give credence to the adage: The Family That Watches A Play Together Stays Together. Sitting directly behind me were two imps who, during intermission, screamed in my ears. They give credence to the adage: The Family With Two Brats That Watches A Play Together Should Be Banned From Theatre. Luckily, the heartlander families that watched Melt, Cake Theatrical Production’s free public performance at Toa Payoh were well behaved. The only crazy thing was the show itself. The creative tagteam of Rizman Putra and Natalie Hennedige put on a Dr. Seuss-like piece that was basically five people dressed up as facial body parts running around like crazy to the uber-cool rhythms of Bloco Singapura – who were dressed like KISS members. Like I said, crazy. Now if only all public theatre performances were this out of this world. Walking towards the Toa Payoh ampitheatre this afternoon to catch the third and final performance event on today’s (enforced) schedule, I thought: Aside from budgetary constraints, what’s to stop anyone from spending a whole Saturday (or Sunday) from going on an art marathon? Couch potatoes do it. Movie freaks do it. And if you time it right, you still have time to go to Zouk. If you wanted to. *** But I digress. It’s been an interesting day, to say the least. I started it surrounded by people a third of my age and ended it surrounded by heartlanders. Now, watching a children’s play at 11am may not be everyone’s cup of tea – particularly if you don’t have one yourself and you don’t personally know any of the cast members enough to make that penultimate sacrifice, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. And so it was that I found myself at The Jungle Book, which was staged by SRT’s The Little Company. It was fairly amusing (although I couldn’t help but wait expectantly for The Bare Necessities, which of course, didn’t come out) and confirms my belief that Timothy Nga, who played the tiger Shere Khan, is effective in playing silly. Two other points. Sitting directly in front of me was Adrian and Tracie Pang and their two kids. If children’s theatre needed a poster family, the Pangs are it. They give credence to the adage: The Family That Watches A Play Together Stays Together. Sitting directly behind me were two imps who, during intermission, screamed in my ears. They give credence to the adage: The Family With Two Brats That Watches A Play Together Should Be Banned From Theatre. Luckily, the heartlander families that watched Melt, Cake Theatrical Production’s free public performance at Toa Payoh were well behaved. The only crazy thing was the show itself.