Whisky Galore - A Musical

 I have been aware of this musical version based on the famous story from the book of Sir Compton Mackenzie’s and have thought it a good choice for a small musical group to perform. Alyth MS picked up this challenge and made a very good job of presenting it. Although the company was smaller this year, they tackled it with authority and firmness, complete with the necessary lilting island accents. When the islanders found there was no whisky available, they took matters into their own hands to solve this problem when they discovered the freighter S.S. Cabinet Minister, with a cargo of whisky, had run aground in heavy fog and begins to sink. Cue for fun and games to retrieve the valued amber nectar! The show’s first half, set in 1943, deals with the lives of the people who live on Little Todday and Great Todday and the friendly rivalry between the Catholics and Protestants. We meet Sergeant-Major Alfred Odd (Chris Duke) giving a strong performance, in love with Peggy Macroon (Claire Mallinson), competent and confident in her role. Then there is the spirited Catriona Macleod (Hannah Oosterhorn) in love with school teacher, George Campbell, meekly played by Darren Gill. No wonder he is meek since his mother is the domineering, sharp tongued, God-fearing Mrs Campbell, and Marjorie Twivey brings this character brilliantly to the stage. If Rudi Gruneberg is looking for a new vocation in life, then he should look no further than his role as Father Macalister because he looked truly at ease as the Catholic priest. Along with his friend, the wily, crafty Joseph Macroon, Ron Kirkpatrick played this Islander role in fine comic style. As the islanders try to retrieve the whisky, the authorities, in the shape of Captain Waggett, attempt to thwart them. Andrew Becket made a great pompous, loud-mouthed Waggett, assisted by his long suffering wife, Dolly, ably played by Glenda Kean. Musically, this show is easy on the ear with hints of Scottish rhythms in the arrangements. The only downside to this show is that your backside is up for a bum-numbing three hours – so, judicious pruning is required. Slainte Alyth!

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