Fairytales for Grownups

There’s nothing like a pint of real ale and a crackin’ yarn to see you through a dismal Thursday evening that feels like it should be Friday.  Winter draws nigh, dragging with it the hunched shoulders, the delectably cold earlobes… and from somewhere within the urge to huddle round the flames, basking in tales of the rise and fall of man/wo-man, the turning of the seasons, the saints, devils and sprites that haunt our urban existence.  A winter’s tale-spinning.

Tailspin.  In an upstairs room, candle-lit, buzzing with distant chatter, ordinary beings (with or without tails) weave extraordinary worlds.  Shadows speak, ships are saved, forests clang with pestles and mortars, and hyenas go to parties in disguise.  What happens when you lock Boris, Nick and Dave in a cupboard?  What happens when you don’t?

Musical missives, cart-wheeling chronicles and pummelling poems are the stuff of The Night of the Storyteller, found only on the third (sometimes second) Thursday of every month, at The Miller pub, 96 Snowfields Road, London Bridge.  That’s the 17^th November, 8^th December, 19^th January and so on.  Bring your beer, your chortles, your tears and your most crinkly £5 note. All proceeds further the tail-spinning endeavour.  To reserve a story and/or a seat, email tailspinning@gmail.com and see the latest narratological news here.

And for those in need of an even stronger fairy-tale fix, Tailspin joins forces with London’s other story-mongering greats for a Festival of Fairytales for Grownups at the mysterious, maze-like  Barge House on South Bank, 14^th-18^th December.  For an explosion of epic and sack-full of song, see here.