Hey everyone,

'Singin I'm no Billy He's a Tim is going to the Royal Lyceum in Edinburgh from Thurs 14th - Sat 16th of May (This week) There are still tickets available if anyone wants to come along???

It'll be a brilliant night if you've never been before and if you have we've got a few new things thrown in to keep things fresh!!!!!

For ticket prices go to www.lyceum.org.uk

STUDENT TICKETS ARE HALF PRICE (with valid I.D)

COME ALONG AND HAVE A LAUGH

HAIL, HAIL, WE ARE THE PEOPLE!!!

SINGIN' I'M NO A BILLY HE'S A TIM

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CITIZEN'S THEATRE, GLASGOW

IT IS A measure of the ridiculousness of sectarian expression in Scottish football that, when the lights are flicked on in Billy and Tim's police cell, revealing their respective Rangers and Celtic shirts to mutual howls of anguish, Des Dillion's play scarcely feels contrived thereafter.

Revived by NLP Theatre, this consistently funny yet highly authentic representation of attitudes either side of the Old Firm divide heaps scorn on the idea of 90-minute bigots, with the perceptive but lairy Billy (Scott Kyle) and the less bright but more open Tim (Colin Little) instinctively bickering and chanting their way through every entrenched, historical cliche of "huns" and "Fenian scum", before eventually arguing themselves towards a "ceasefire" and qualified understanding. Locked up during the derby game, they squabble as their jailer, Harry (James Miller), frets about his grandson undergoing a potentially fatal operation.

For Harry, there's no question of football being more important than life and death and it's empathy that ultimately moves these family men from dubious family traditions to periodic reasonableness, even as the TV visible through the cell door inflames their passions. Dillon perceptively extends the grasp of his inquiry beyond sport and religion to specific questions of Scottish culture and Christian identity, yet though the intent is worthy, the tone is rarely so. Any preaching is forestalled by the play's boisterous wit and the sense that this is a solitary, if hopeful reconciliation, with both sides achieving a result in the end.

Below are snippets of what i believe to some of his greatest work and at his most profound


How many years can a mountain exist,
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?

Blowin' in the wind

Please see for me that her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me that her hair hangs long
That's the way i remember her best

Girl from the North Country

Come you masters of war,
You that build all the guns,
you that build the death planes,
you that build all the big bombs,
You that hide behind walls,
you that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

Masters of war

Oxford Town in the afternoon
Everyone's singin' a sorrowful tune
Two men died beneath the mississippi moon
Somebody better investigate soon

Oxford Town


Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want babe
I'll only let you down

It aint me babe

My weariness amazes me, i'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming

Mr Tambourine Man

The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore

Its all over now baby Blue


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