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Treasure Island

A new stage adaptation for

‘Christmas At The Tobacco Factory’ 2001

12 December 2001 – 19 January 2002.

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An illustration from a 1933 copy of Treasure Island, showing Long John Silver at the "Sign of the Spyglass", Bristol.

Treasure Island was one of my favourite books when younger and I not only
had one of the Pollock's Toy Theatres with Treasure Island (where you pushed
the paper characters about by means of wires) but was also taken by my
father to see Bernard Miles in the part of Long John Silver at the Mermaid
Theatre at Puddle Dock.

We have recently helped the author of 'The Cheese Song', soon to be featured in a new production in Bristol. When world events are so terrifying it is marvellous escapism to see a play based on such a classic novel. We can't wait to see this stage adaptation!

Jenny

Ben Gunn pours out his heart to the young Jim Hawkins:

“Marooned three years agone, and lived on goats since then, and berries, and oysters. Wherever a man is, says I, a man can do for himself. But, mate, my heart is sore for Christian diet. You mightn’t happen to have a piece of cheese about you now? No? Well, many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese – toasted, mostly – and woke up again, and here I were.”

The Cheese Song

Verse 1 Some might think I’m living in an island paradise

Beautiful and peaceful with no pressure

But in the morning when I’m waking

What my heart is aching for

Is not some tea, but a tasty slice of Cheshire

Verse 2 I take my morning leisurely and as the sun is rising

It gets hotter, and what do I hanker for?

A tankard of cool ale

Merely pales into insignificance

Behind the vision of a crumbly lump of Lancashire

Refrain I get down on my knees

Lord I pray pretty please

Take me back across the seas

To my home port and cheese

Verse 3 Things just get harder as I peer into my larder

Around lunchtime, and all I see are berries

I would gladly give a guinea

For just a bite of Blue Vinney

Washed down with a glass of Spanish sherry

Verse 4 I’d be grateful for a grater, maybe a slicer would be nicer

But guess what I dream of the mosted

- It’s not rum and it’s not brandy

Though the odd glass would be handy –

I’m being fed a chunk of cheddar that is toasted

Refrain I get down on my knees

Lord I pray pretty please

Take me back across the seas

To my home port and cheese

Mid Section I would not argue the toss over the cost of Double Gloucester

As for Leicester it’s the best a man can get

For the beautiful Berkshire Pineapple, Dear Lord I’d go to chapel

Every Sunday forever in your debt

Verse 5 And as the sun goes down and the stars come out

What I desire is not to put my quilt on

As I look up I’m cruelly teased

They say the moon is made of cheese

You’ve seen those blue bits – I think it must be Stilton

Refrain I get down on my knees

Lord I pray pretty please

Take me back across the seas

To my home port and cheese