To celebrate the exhibition of the original manuscript of Great Expectations, on show at the Wisbech and Fenland Museum, actor Miriam Margolyes will be joining us onstage to give us her unique interpretation of the characters from the classic novel.
There'll also be some great performances from local drama groups, who will be exploring some of the lesser-known facts about Mr Dickens himself.
And I'll be the one holding the whole show together! I'll be introducing the other performers, reading a few of my own poems, and generally acting as Ringmaster, Master of Ceremonies and benevolent dictator of the theatre. I might even be persuaded to read this one:
The Adventures of Miss Havisham
Turns out, in the end, I had to stop moping.
(Becoming a shut-in? I just wasn't coping.)
So I got dumped? I got jilted? Well, we've all been there!
I got back on the horse, coz there were men to be snared!
You see, being a single lady (of a certain age)
Is nothing to be sneered at, in fact, it's all the rage!
If Jen Aniston could do it, well, why couldn't I?
I donned false lashes and fake tan, set out to bag me a guy.
I wouldn't find a bloke gathering dust up in my room -
The world's a man-market and there's meat to be consumed!
So I went out on the town to get my broken heart healed,
(Though I swapped the dirty dress for a fuck-me* frock and killer heels.)
I needed rum and karaoke to make me feel alive!
So I got sloshed and took off my shoes and slurred to 'I Will Survive.'
I danced like a loon, shook out the cobwebs (quite literally)
Show all those youngsters I'm not yet fit for antiquity.
Got kicked out of the club for dancing on the bar,
(They might not have minded, but I'd stripped down to my bra...)
Got some stars inked on my ankle in a dodgy tattoo place
(Really glad they dissuaded me from having one put on my face.)
Pinched several men's bottoms (don't begrudge a cheeky grab!)
Then stumbled back to Satis with a doner meat kebab.
A smile on my lips as I crawled into my bed,
Nowt like a night of fun to get whats-his-name out of my head.
*might need to change this for the Thursday afternoon market.