A week or so ago I organised a forties night dance for my local car club, we had the excellent Alex Jones vintage singer and dance lessons from myself and my wife, the Peabody being very popular.
Most people made an effort to dress the part and add to the atmosphere with bunting posters, incendiary bombs, red cross parcels and each table had a theme and period correct sweets for all.
Luckily the incendiary bomb was in a bucket of sand and no-one trod on the land mine.
Although we had a stirrup pump handy should things have got out of hand.
The Red Cross parcels came in very handy for the POW’s but no-one managed to remove the fuse from my disposal training bomb without the warning bell sounding.
Hopefully a good time was had by all and it kept me out of mischief for a while, I was hoping to use my display models for my audition for Blue Peter but apparently they are no longer going to make the programme.
I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work due to losing my agent when I became a full time carer to my mother who had dementia. and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent.
Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work.
I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise.
I spent many years looking after my aged mother and shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013.
My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie.
I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes.
I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage.
My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
I have written a number of different books all available on Amazon, so don't be shy should you feel the urge to purchase. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Joe-Wells/e/B06XKWFQHT/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1
You obviously put in a great deal of effort Joe. It looks fabulous! Reminds me of early army days where the water and sand buckets were inspected every day to make sure there was no dust on the water surface and no dog ends in the sand!
I think it must be things like this that sound daft but make a good soldier, for if you don’t question why are we looking for dust on the water bucket you also don’t question, why are we attacking this heavily defended machine gun post Sergeant Major?
It was a brilliant evening, never a dull moment with table memorabilia, model planes, learning dances and listing to the wonderful Miss Jones singing songs from the period. The weather outside was frightful but the village hall was a great venue for a fun Saturday evening with friends and a donation to The Royal British Legion in memory of those that served and still serve.
The Diary of a Country Bumpkin 
You obviously put in a great deal of effort Joe. It looks fabulous! Reminds me of early army days where the water and sand buckets were inspected every day to make sure there was no dust on the water surface and no dog ends in the sand!
I think it must be things like this that sound daft but make a good soldier, for if you don’t question why are we looking for dust on the water bucket you also don’t question, why are we attacking this heavily defended machine gun post Sergeant Major?
That’s very astute of you Joe. It is precisely the small detail that can make the difference between success and failure.
Exactly.
It was a brilliant evening, never a dull moment with table memorabilia, model planes, learning dances and listing to the wonderful Miss Jones singing songs from the period. The weather outside was frightful but the village hall was a great venue for a fun Saturday evening with friends and a donation to The Royal British Legion in memory of those that served and still serve.
I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.