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The older I get, the more I question some of the decisions made by the man upstairs with the long white beard. No doubt he sustains himself by enjoying his candy floss clouds, and quenches his thirst by giving them the odd squeeze. But why, for heaven’s sake, were we designed with teeth? Let’s face it, they give us pain when they are with us, their arrival is heralded by aching gums, and when they finally fall out, we look frightful and are unable to eat properly. (more…)

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The days when I believed that being in receipt of my free bus pass was some compensation for growing old, were short lived. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to pay full fares for the rest of my life, in exchange for the return of the fresh bloom of my youth. Creaking bones, failing eyesight, slack skin and memory loss are too high a price to pay for free travel. Yes, getting old has little to recommend it. And the need to nod off all over the place is both embarrassing and time-wasting. (more…)

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THE Asylum Monologues is a first-hand account of the UK’s asylum system in the words of people who have experienced it. It was first scripted from verbatim accounts and launched in 2006 by Ice and Fire, a theatre company whose members are Actors for Human Rights. This performance at West Hill Hall on Saturday 17 February  is a rehearsed reading by professional actors Kate Dyson, Trevor Jones, Alexa Povah and Glyn Sweet. (more…)

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Over the last six months, WHCA has provided space at West Hill Hall for two Dementia Friends sessions and during the Festival a performed reading of a very moving play was presented by its author Brian Daniels, Kate Dyson and other professional actors at the Friends Meeting House. ‘Don’t Leave Me Now’ explores the impact of early onset dementia on two very different families. Rachael Dixey cared for her partner with dementia for seven years. Cindy Toulman visited her husband in his care home every day for 10 years. ‘Don’t Leave Me Now’ was inspired by these two real-life stories. With authenticity, insight and humour, Brian Daniels weaves the strands of these stories together to create a documentary style production,  highlighting the emotions, dilemmas and challenges experienced by people affected by dementia. It has been performed over 100 times throughout the country and a shortened version of it can be found on YouTube at youtu.be/Udj1yXuKGD4.

The performance at the Friends Centre was commissioned by the recently formed Brighton and Hove Dementia Action Alliance as part of Dementia Awareness Week in May. One of the objectives of the Alliance is for Brighton & Hove to be recognised as a Dementia Friendly Community, and they have produced the following information, taken from ‘The Dementia Whisperer – Scenes From the Frontline of Caring’ by Agnes B. Juhasz.

In a dementia-friendly world, everyone – shop assistants, newsagents postmen/women, pharmacists – would have a basic level of understanding of dementia, its signs and symptoms, and the different ways of managing communication with people who are affected. Anyone living with dementia would feel safe to go out and they would not necessarily need a guardian with them as everyone around would be a friend, or a friendly face, a helper who would always have a smile and be able to give that little ‘push’ when needed.

If, for instance, they forgot where they had wanted to go, there would always be someone who would try and find out by asking direct, simple questions. People with dementia would be able to go out to buy milk, post their letters and do every-day small things that we all do independently without any trouble. Within their local community it would be impossible to get lost, because everyone would know where they lived and there would be someone on every corner to give them directions, or accompany them home.

This description of a dementia-friendly world where people living with the condition can do things by themselves, and where the environment almost invisibly protects them with lots of love and support, offers quality of life. It seems a utopian ideal, but there are increasingly encouraging reports about local communities where this is a reality and entire villages are involved in dementia care, for example in Japan and the Netherlands.

 

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Poetic Zodiacs

Continuing Kate Dyson’s poetic take on the signs of the Zodiac.

Zodiac 

VIRGO

August 23 – Sept 22

 

My friend ‘s on the cusp, what’s all that about?

She’s oh, very Brighton, she’s not in, she’s not out.

She swings this way and that, but can never

quite choose

From which of the signs she will have more to

lose.

So she sits on the fence and often feels low,

Wondering is she a Libran or perhaps a Virgo.

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Signs of the time

Kate Dyson’s poetic take on the signs of the Zodiac.  A selection relevant to the current publication months of The Whistler. More to come .  .  . 

GEMINI

May 21 – June 20

“Look in the eyes, for Man’s soul we see there,”

Said the Sage to the boy who claimed he didn’t care.

“What we see on the outside may well be a lie,

So seek out the truth – find the Gem in the Eye.” (more…)

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img838_1In the last edition we asked readers to share their childhood memories. Brighton actress, Kate Dyson, answered the call with some glorious memories of her famous Auntie Dolly…here’s the first instalment.

They might have been likened to a Penny Farthing. She, a handsome six footer, sallying forth in full sail like a magnificent galleon; he, the diminutive five foot nine figure at her side, dwarfed by her majesty. This though, only in stature, for the love these two shared was of equal measure. No question of that. He was Percy Sedgwick, my Great Great Uncle; she, Dolly Shepherd, his wife and my beloved Auntie. And then, of course, there was Molly, their only daughter, an unmarried schoolteacher. A little bossy, though good hearted, she strode forth with a step that would have been better suited to a Sergeant Major, ready to organise anything or anyone like a military operation. Always in the shadow of her Mother on whom she doted, it took me forty years to recognise the fine qualities Molly had inherited from Auntie. If ever there was such a thing as an enlarged heart, not as a result of disease, but because of the disproportional amount of love that was therein, then it would surely be found within these three people. (more…)

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