Pride in Trainspotting - A Musical Interlude.

In the last month, I have seen a number of productions.  The two productions that I wish to discuss are two musicals, Trainspotting The Musical and Pride.  Now the first thing I wish to reiterate is the fact that I enjoyed both musicals and that they both received mixed reviews from the critics.  Indeed, I have never seen a musical as chronically maligned by the critics as Trainspotting The Musical.

Trainspotting The Musical is currently being staged at the Theatre Royal Haymarket until 5th September 2026.  It was due to tour but owing to poor ticket sales, which was no doubt brought about by the reviews, it is closing in September and sadly, that will probably be the last that anyone sees of it.  Apparently, the Edinburgh ticket sales were very low, which strikes me as unbelievably tragic as Trainspotting The Musical is set in Leith.  I could offer the opinion that perhaps the production should have started there but I guess, it's always down to venue availability and I imagine that the production team hoped that London sales would help to pay for the touring.

When I went to see Trainspotting The Musical, the author, Irvine Welsh was in the audience.  During the interval, various members of the audience offered congratulatory messages to the author.  At its essence, the production is very faithful to my memories of the novel, which I read in the nineties.  The musical follows the trajectory of the novel, incorporating both well known songs such as "Lust For Life" and "Perfect Day" performed by the cast and also new songs written by Irvine Welsh and Stephen McGuinness and others.  These songs embrace both the emotional moods of the characters and their environment.  A number of scenes are set in the local pub and what struck me most about this production was the sense of community that exists between the disparate characters even when things hit rock bottom.

I was genuinely moved at various points during the production, particularly when the tonal mood changes in the second half.  The death of the child is handled with a neutral gentleness and the subsequent scene in the pub where various characters are collecting money to support the family of the bereaved to pay for the funeral etc touched me and reaffirmed how despite the horrors the characters are facing, they can still support each other.

The acting was superb throughout and if you want to see a musical that is even more subversive than the novel and the film, this is it.  The subtext that governmental policy has effectively damaged the community and could even be partially responsible for the drug addiction of the characters who are striving to escape the lack of work and the deaths of so many major industries.  Drugs are never glorified in this production.

I come back to a point I made earlier, why has this production been so vilified by the critics?  Did they expect the film?  Were they unaware that the author, Irvine Welsh has lived with these characters for many years and that he knows them?  The many novels that have either featured or mentioned these characters are many.  They live and breathe regardless of the context they are placed in.  This musical has a vibrancy and emotional honesty that deserves to be seen.  

Pride at the National Theatre is another production that has flourished from the very successful film, which was written by Stephen Beresford and directed by Matthew Warchus (he is also responsible for helping to develop this musical).  This was in turn based upon real life events in the 80s.  Most notably, the development of the group, LGSM  (Lesbians and Gays Support the Miners) in response to the Miners' Strike.  Prior to the start of this musical production, a series of photographs are back projected and what interested me was how a number of the audience failed to identify cultural figures such as Kenny Everett.  The other photographs included key figures associated with the Miner's Strike such as Arthur Scargill and Margaret Thatcher.

As a musical, Pride uses a number of songs, many of which are original compositions by members of the company.  The production like Trainspotting The Musical focuses on the importance of unity and community.  As the musical continues, the miners and their families/friends gradually become closer and closer to the gay community.  Indeed, an important message that is reiterated by the production is not only the importance of tolerance but also more significantly, the need to experience things that may be out of an individual's comfort zone.  Later in the musical, a group of the miners' wives and their friends take a tour of the London club scene and are introduced to a number of sexual practices that they observe with humour and most crucially, non-judgmentally.

Both Trainspotting The Musical and Pride touch on HIV and its effects.  The latter has an evocative and empowering scene where a character who is dying from the virus and its effects makes the conscious decision to live every remaining moment with passion, vibrancy and love.  This scene is beautifully encapsulated by the character at the start of the second half and begins with a feeling of pathos and ends up as a cabaret number.

Pride works as both an overview of the 80s, the gay community and homophobic attitudes.  Like Trainspotting The Musical, it also flags up how unwanted government policies helped to destroy communities (the Miners' strike ended up achieving nothing as the mines were subsequently closed and the miners and their union were portrayed as violent militants at times during the strike despite footage of police brutality) and also helped to demonise the gay community through the heavy handed and ill conceived AIDS campaign.  People are naturally social animals, so to suggest that one group were responsible for the spreading of the virus, the so called 'Gay Plague' (as it was horrifically coined by the media in some quarters), was detrimental to the development of relationships between social groups.  The LGSM were the perfect example of a group that proved the point that people are people with their own unique characteristics and should be accepted as such.

My concluding point about both shows is the same point I would raise about any shows that are trying to embrace and reiterate a social message.  These musicals deserve to be seen because they have something to say.  You may not like or entirely understand the epochs and ideologies expressed by the productions.  They may not have happy endings but I left both productions feeling upbeat and thoughtful.  To what extent has life changed for the inhabitants of small impoverished towns or villages?  Are the younger people of today more or less politically active?  Do communities still exist as they used to in the 80s and 90s?  If you were to walk out your door now, would you feel safe and happy or scared for your life?  These are rhetorical questions but I do believe that knowing your neighbours can break down the barriers of fear and the unknown.

Pride has sold out the rest of its run but Trainspotting The Musical still has tickets left, so go and see it and see what you think.  Ignore the critics and experience it your way, choose freedom of thought.

                                                                                                         Barry Watt - 15th August 2026.

Afterword.

Trainspotting The Musical is on at the Theatre Royal Haymarket, London until 5th September 2026:  

Trainspotting The Musical - West End

Pride is on at the National Theatre, London until 12th September 2026 and although, it has sold out, tickets can occasionally become available (please see their website):

Pride Tickets | London Theatre | Musical | National Theatre

"Lust For Life" was written by Iggy Pop and co-written by David Bowie.

"Perfect Day' was written by Lou Reed.

Irvine Welsh is a very accomplished writer and I recommend any number of his novels.  The film version of his novel, Trainspotting is also worth seeing, although I fear that the public's love of the film has had a somewhat detrimental effect on the success of the musical.

The film Pride from 2014 is also an important and beautifully made production.

The other people I mention in the blog can be looked up and I particularly recommend exploring Kenny Everett and his work.  He was a DJ and comedian:

Kenny Everett - Wikipedia

                                                                                                        Barry Watt - 15th August 2026.

Photos (Used without permission but used to illustrate my blog if they need to be removed, please let me know)

The banner poster outside the Theatre Royal Haymarket.

Partial shot of Trainspotting set.

Sign for Pride outside the National 

Theatre.

                                                                                Barry Watt - 15th August 2026.

Artist In Residence - (A Short Play For International Nurses' Day) by Barry Watt.

Boy - So why did they call her, 'The Lady of the Lamp?  Was she a Genie?

 

Mother - No, it's because Florence Nightingale was a nurse who visited patients at night during the Crimean War.  Also she represented a positive force during dark times.

 

Boy - Was she a good person?

 

Mother - She did what she could and stood up for herself and others.  She introduced better practices around hygiene and published a book in 1859 called "Notes on Nursing: What It Is and What It Is Not".  She saw people as a whole and understood that disease like everything else is a process.  By helping someone with the simple things that encourage personal dignity such as cleaning up wounds and keeping the environment clean, quiet and organised, the patient's healing can be encouraged.

 

Boy - Was she a God or a deity?  She makes me think of Wonder Woman.  Did she have a 'Lasso of Truth'?

 

Mother - Ha, no, she didn't need a magical rope.  She just needed the support of her friends and supporters.  Please take a look at the ceiling (Boy looks up).  It's really high. Also take a look at the windows; see how they let in lots of light.  Natural light helps recovery.  The beds also are spread out, so that the Nurses can move between them.  Florence Nightingale helped to design this style of open plan ward.  Stretch out your arms, breathe in, feel the air and space.

 

(A Nurse approaches the bed that the Mother is laying on).

 

Boy - Thank you for helping my Mum.  Is she going to be all right?

 

Nurse - We will do our best for her and for you because your Mum has told us what a good boy you are.  

 

Boy - Can I be a nurse one day?  

 

Nurse - You listen, care about others and continue to learn.  You are already part way there.

 

(The Boy smiles, reaches into his pocket and offers the Nurse a picture.  She looks at it and places it close to her chest).

 

Nurse - Is this me?  You know something? It also looks like my friends over there (She points at the Nursing Station at the end of the ward).  I am going to cherish this picture.  

 

(The Boy excitedly nods).

 

Mother - See, I told you, they would like the picture.  It's honest and creative like you, son.  

 

(The Nurse reaches over and checks the drip).

 

Nurse - Mrs Watson, would you like a drink?  I am just going to make a cup of tea.

 

Mother - Yes, please.  Can Jimmy have an orange juice if you have one?

 

Nurse - I think that can be arranged for our young artist in residence.

 

Barry Watt - 10th May 2026

Afterword.

Wonder Woman and 'the Lasso of Truth' are copyright to DC Comics.

Florence Nightingale's Notes on Nursing: What It Is and What It Is Not is still in print and appears to be a highly influential text as was Florence Nightingale whose birthday it would have been today, which is one of the reasons why International Nurses' Day is celebrated today.

For more on the Nursing profession and also on International Nurses' Day, please check out the Royal College of Nursing's website:

www.rcn.org.uk

Mrs Watson and Jimmy are figments of my imagination and are not related to any living beings, although, if I see them I will send them your regards.

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Photos of Flowers.  Flowers as fragile and ambivalent as each human life.

                                                                                      Barry Watt - 12th May 2026.

How Do You Want To Be Remembered? - On Autobiography, Biography and Flashing Obliquely In Public.

Back in 1993 when I studied A-Level English Language and Literature at college, one of the first exercises we were given was to choose an event from our pasts and to write about it.

I mulled over the task and came up with an idea.  I would document everything up to that point in my life as a poem.  I subsequently created an autobiographical poem that rhymed.  It amused me that I had created a sprawling, essentially comprehensive snapshot in to the many life events, that I felt at the time defined me.

I gave the poem to the teacher of the class, who returned it without marking it or commenting on any aspect of the poem.  I never did identify why she chose to leave the work as it was.  It wasn't perfect but it flowed and I did show it to other people for awhile after it had been written but recently like most of my poetry, it lays dormant.  A collection of repressed ideas.  I read the poem in a therapy session to the therapist and it helped to unlock events I had very obviously chosen to lock behind closed doors.  It had very much become the portrait in the attic.  References to having been bullied etc stirring up pungent odours that the air freshener of therapy can hopefully, reconfigure, redefine and neutralise the occasional menace of the memories.

Having said that I gaze upon the books piled up in my home and I see the accumulated memories of a number of important cultural figures, primarily creative people such as actors and singer/songwriters and I remain amazed at the phenomenon of sharing and oversharing.  I guess the question that both the subjects and their biographers, whether the biographers be themselves or someone else, is how and why do you want to be remembered?  

In terms of formal construct, the main difference between biographies and autobiographies is chronology.  Biographies largely seem to follow a linear structure, touching on key events in the subject's life, regularly comprised from the memories of people who know or who knew the person.  They are often sycophantic or at the very least, careful not to slander the subject.  There are exceptions to this but obviously, posthumous excavations of the negative aspects of a person's life are less likely to result in litigation unless an angry family member or estate is potentially slighted through association.

Oddly enough, although a chronological excavation of a subject would seem the most satisfying to a reader, the imposition of too much order and detail can leave the reader with a one dimensional portrayal of the subject; a road map from point a to z with little room for excursions.  Emotional content can be subsumed within the minutiae of dates and interminable explorations of bloodlines.

Now successful autobiographies are a different ballgame.  If you are writing about yourself, the impetus to document everything is less important than the urge to present key events, that you can either remember clearly or you feel may be important to relay, in order to convey a feeling or an idea.  I am current reading Robbie Robertson's Testimony and he cleverly focuses on his early days of touring with Ronnie Hawkins and the Hawks, whilst jumping to key facts about his childhood but only if they serve to illustrate his development as a musician or as a creative individual in general.  His humorous asides about how he created his first amplifier etc serve to help with the creation of his self-image.

For me, the most successful autobiographies focus on quite a narrow time period or alternatively, choose to present events in a slightly chaotic fashion.  Patti Smith's regular dalliances with her past are exceptional because she is both poetic and insightful in her excavations of her emotional life.  The book Just Kids glows with the vibrancy of a relic.  Her relationship with the photographer, Robert Mapplethorpe is as flowing and honest as a therapy session without an end.

On the other hand Morrissey's Autobiography, although extremely evocative of his childhood then runs into an extremely turgid account of his court case with the other members of The Smiths, where arguments concerning ownership of songs and royalties reared their ugly heads.  This occupies a large chunk of the book and the reader gets caught up in Morrissey's rage at how he perceives he has been abused by the legal system.  To be fair, the reader can never know what the experience did to him and the rights and wrongs of the case.  But in dealing with the 'facts', he represses the true feelings that the court case must have brought up from his past.

Discussing Morrissey's Autobiography brings to mind other autobiographies where the authors take themselves as far as they can in exploring some horrible truths about the past then hold back either for the sake of their sanity or to prevent retribution.  I am particularly thinking of Pete Townshend's Who I Am and Kathy Burke's A Mind of My Own.  Townshend's autobiography (and indeed, his musical oeuvre at times) hints at childhood abuse by a figure close to him.  The trajectory of his autobiography pushes so close to identifying the individual but then pushes back.  As a whole, his autobiography is a work of gentle catharsis but warrants the question, at what point is repression more valuable than revelation?  By revealing all, are your leaving yourself open to personal destruction?  The self totally revealed, a damaged psyche and no safety net (after all, there is a safety net in song lyrics, which can be abstract, but prose is far more intrusive or can be).

Kathy Burke also talks about one or more abusive relationships, which she offers to the reader to explore and possibly explain her motivations and choices at various points in her life.  Again, she does not name the guilty but makes it clear that they exist and in doing so helps other people who may have been in coercive relationships to either seek help or to come to terms with the essential truth that relationships can be damaging with the wrong people.  As such, leaving a narcissistic personality type or abusive individual may present a chance to grow and recover.

A very unusual and oddly, revelatory type of 'biography' exists where a writer takes an actual figure, reinvents a key moment or moments in their life, whilst framing the whole thing as a work of fiction.  One supremely powerful example of this is Benjamin Myers' Jesus Christ Kinski, where the 'fictional' writer in the book documents the actor, Klaus Kinski's short lived tour of a production focusing on the life of Jesus Christ (from Klaus Kinski's perspective).  The work is framed and juxtaposed with the 'fictional' writer describing his own life as he creates this work and moves house etc.  As such, the 'fictional' writer imposes his own version of Klaus Kinski as he struggles with his performance and the audience (one of the shows was filmed) and his own life.  Somewhere, on the outside of this seemingly meta-autobiography or narrative, we have the actual writer, Benjamin Myers who is either every character in this 'novel' or nowhere at all.

In a similar vein is Zawe Ashton's Character Breakdown that presents certain events as stories that may or may not be from her own past.  Beautifully realised fragments of a creative psyche.  In many respects, developed as an actor might break down and reconstruct their chosen role to reflect aspects of themselves.

This leads me to the essential question of how truthful can any form of biography or autobiography be?  After all, the creative subject in whatever medium they are using is relying on memory, which changes over time and can be reconfigured to exemplify the chosen moment or to make the present more bearable (the past can weigh heavily at times on an individual's current actions).  If an autobiography can be construed as an attempt to layer meaning on seemingly incongruous and occasionally, more meaningful events, isn't the author partaking in their own form of fiction or at least, mythologizing their own lives?

Ultimately, why do you want to be remembered and what will be your legacy?

                                                                                                     Barry Watt - 26th January 2026.  

Afterword.

Now as is often the case when I finish writing a blog, it never feels finished.  I suddenly remembered a number of other autobiographies I could have included such as pretty much everything Blake Morrison has written, Bob Dylan's autobiography and so many others.  But nonetheless, the other point, I want to mention is the fact that I seem to have forgotten about the idea of the 'ghost writer'.  What if the books we are reading that are purportedly reading have been written with the help of someone else does that then render the so-called 'autobiography' as something less authentic and honest?  Also unless it is made clear, how can we differentiate if the work has been written with someone else?  Okay, there are writers with distinctive voices such as Bob Dylan and Patti Smith but what about all of the others?  I would argue that it probably doesn't matter so long as the content is truthful and effectively authorised by the subject of the writer.  Although, the prospect of artificial intelligence being applied to people's pasts scarily brings up dystopian visions of a society gone awry.  It could happen.  Maybe, 'ghost writers' are a bad idea.

Anyhow, the books mentioned in this blog are:

Robbie Robertson - Testimony (Windmill Books)

Patti Smith - Just Kids (Bloomsbury)

Morrissey - Autobiography (Penguin Modern Classics)

Pete Townshend - Who I Am (HarperCollins)

Kathy Burke - A Mind of My Own (Gallery UK)

Benjamin Myers - Jesus Christ Kinski (Bloomsbury)

Zawe Ashton - Character Breakdown (Vintage)

I recommend the above books (well mostly, although maybe skim read the court case section of Morrissey's book).

                                                                                    Barry Watt - 8th February 2026.

Photo.

     

    

An image from my life.  

Make of it what you will.

                                                                         Barry Watt - 8th February 2026.

    

  

The Whale Bone, The Theatre and Your Father's Reality.

I was at the Barbican Theatre the other day watching an excellent production of Moby Dick (produced by Plexus Polaire).  Prior to the production commencing, the audience could see what appeared to be a whale bone at the back of the stage.

One row behind me in the audience, a boy asked his Dad (I assumed based on the conversations I overheard and their degree of familiarity that their relationship was father and son) if the whale bone was real.  His Dad responded, "don't assume that anything in the theatre is real".

If you know me at all and even if you don't, let's just say that this statement has acted as a red rag to a bull.  So let's begin...

Reality and realism are two of the most hotly contested philosophical concepts.  Almost as popular and open to debate as existential concepts exploring the meaning of life.  Well, for the purposes of this blog, I am going to summarise reality as any experience of any given moment by either a living, dead or inanimate person, creature or object.

So if we accept my admittedly basic summation of reality as lived or unlived experience, the young man's Dad is attending the theatre and experiencing its possible delights and offerings in a way that may detract from his future memories of the theatrical experience.  This could be his reality.  I am not assuming that will always be the case but for some reason, he has chosen to somehow differentiate his theatrical experience from his walk to work or his experience of a plate of corn flakes.  I don't think that you can.

For me, theatre is as much a part of my lived experience and reality as brushing my hair or reading a book.  In fact, theatre is more of a rewarding experience than many aspects of reality because it is a communal experience, even though as is the case with every other aspect of life, we experience it in our own way.

Let's use the example of Plexus Polaire's production of Moby Dick the other night to explore how if anything, theatre can even heighten our sense of reality.  It can transport us from the mundane to the sublime.

I arrived in the theatre and sat down.  On this occasion, I didn't see the safety curtain/barrier open (the Barbican Theatre's safety curtain/barrier is arguably the most impressive one I have seen.  It's a metal reflective surface that separates, half of it goes to the top of the stage and half of it descends into the front of the stage), but I did get to experience the sensation of gazing at the stage, taking in the details of the 'whale bone' at the back of the stage and the musical instruments to either side of the stage, which included an electric guitar and a double bass etc.

The audience behind me chatted happily and the person alongside me complimented me on the fact that I had the most central ticket in the front row as it offers the most immediate sight line of a production.  It's not always the best position, particularly if the stage is higher, but for most theatres, if you want to feel as though you are engaging with the proceedings on stage, it's a good place to sit.  Just watch our for the actors' saliva if you are watching a play by Shakespeare or even an angry scene from a play by Tennessee Williams.

When the play started, music, movement, puppetry and song were framed by the narration of a character who in many respects served the role of an 'Everyman' style figure; a point of connection between the audience and the future action on stage.

The whale bone in the shape of a horseshoe became the symbolic basis for Captain Ahab's ship and also the central focus for other theatrical devices.  Also Captain Ahab (as represented by a puppet) was alternately huge in size or much smaller depending on his proximity to the audience and his perceived sense of omnipotence.  

Puppetry was an intrinsically important aspect of this production and there were several beautiful and memorable scenes including the scenes involving the whales swimming against a constantly changing backdrop, conveyed by lighting and projection etc.

My favourite scene and I hasten to add not because of its horror but because of its emotional tenderness, involved the visceral image (represented by puppetry) of a whale being stripped of its flesh, whilst a young whale swam around, possibly its mother or father.  The scene depicted the fact that the whaling industry was (and I guess occasionally still is) dependant on processing the whales at the point of the kill.  It's an industry like any other and the sperm oil was very valuable and used in perfumes etc.

When the performance ended essentially after another narration, the audience applauded and the performers came out a couple of times acknowledging the positive engagement from the audience and gesticulating towards the other people involved in the making of the production.

Okay, that was my remembered experience.  There were a lot more details that I have chosen to keep to myself, in case you get to see the show if it tours, but let's return to my original summation of reality as any experience of any given moment, in this case by an individual, me.

For me, theatre at its most rewarding can engage on an emotional, philosophical, physical and visual level.  

By its very nature, theatre is sensory.  It engages all of the senses of perception.  If you experience any issues with your senses, it won't make your experience any less enjoyable but it will change how you engage with the proceedings on stage.  My sister and I once saw a performance in the dark (Tutto Bene, Mamma? at the Print Room in London), where we were led to our seats and were not aware of the physical mise-en-scene until the lights were turned on at the end of the play.  We could hear and even smell the events as they happened on stage (the audience were seated around the performance space) but we could not see them.  Also it made our experience of the actors entirely different as we couldn't see them and they didn't come out at the end.  But we could feel their movement in the air and their vibrations.

Our sensory perceptions are augmented by the lighting on stage, regularly directing your attention to what the director and production team want you to focus on.  Of course, as an audience member, you may be drawn to something else.  This is your experience.  If you want to focus on a detail, as it may bring back a memory of something else, you go ahead and do this.

Emotional engagement is another crucial aspect of the reality of the theatrical moment.  I saw a production of Lorca's Blood Wedding at the Young Vic in 1996 and was held mesmerised by scattered flower petals that covered the stage area at the end of the first half and for the majority of the interval.  For me, they encapsulated the sense of loss and emotional damage that pervades the play and also helped me to explore my own lived experiences around this time.

The theatre can also be highly educational, philosophical or moral.  The theatre troupes or companies are trying to convey a message.  In the case of Moby Dick, the reiterated idea that obsession can be very unhealthy.  To try to conquer or destroy from a position of anger and rage will undoubtedly leave you ruined.  The complexity of the human condition can be represented on stage in a way that allows the audience to feel more or less safe in its engagement with the events unfolding before it.  

As is the case with other artistic forms, the reality we experience when we sit in the dark or light is ultimately, our reality.  We can be shocked if something in the production incites or arouses a reaction from us.  For example, The Years at the Almeida Theatre in London resulted in a number of the audience members experiencing sickness etc throughout the production's run because of certain aspects of the play, most notably, a fairly graphic depiction of the aftermath of an abortion.  Also the highly intelligent, detailed and mature exploration of the emotions and sensations that a woman would experience in the situation could be triggering if anyone has gone through the same experiences.

It intrigues me these days, how trigger warnings are added to the theatre websites to give the audience an idea as to what they can expect to experience when they see a play.

Theatre may be mediated reality at times, but what it does and on many occasions does so well, is to offer an alternative way to view the world.  It can translate memories, imagination and lived experiences into a pure and immediate form.

Your theatrical experience, young father with your child is not mine.  Your experience of reality is your own, but next time your son asks you if the whale bone is real, the answer is yes, someone has made a symbolic representation of a whale bone or jaw as you chose to perceive it.  It may not be an actual bone formed of calcium etc but it stands for a whale, a ship and an industry that resulted in mass extinction.  It symbolises death, yet also in this theatrical experience, a new beginning, a hope that through this theatrical moment, a lesson can be learnt.

I am at the theatre and I am living my best life.

                                                                                                    Barry Watt - 27th January 2025.   

Afterword.

Plexus Polaire are an amazing theatre company.  Please see their website below for photos from their version of Moby Dick and other productions.  It's in French but you can translate using Google etc:

Plexus Polaire

Moby Dick was originally a novel by Herman Melville.  It's available in so many editions.  Any references to characters etc from the novel are copyright and are used for illustrative purposes.

The other productions and plays referenced in this blog are copyright.  The Years has transferred to the West End of London for a short season and is well worth seeing:

The Years | Official Box Office | Harold Pinter Theatre

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Photo (My photo of the whale bone in Plexus Polaire's production of Moby Dick).

Whale bone in Moby Dick.

                                                                               BW.