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Welshpool 40’s Weekend 2018

Welshpool 40’s Weekend 2018

This wonderful event is back for another year! Entertainment, vintage stalls, reenactors, vehicles and more throughout the weekend (29th and 30th September).

I will be singing in the town hall at 11.30am and 2.30pm on Saturday only. I will also be hosting a vintage stall, selling off some of my own personal collection of 1940’s clothing in the hall too!

Looking forward to seeing everyone again!

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Blitz Ball 1st March 2014 at Bournemouth Flying Club


blitz ball 2014

The daytime event may be postponed, but this Blitz Ball is still going ahead! Pre-book your tickets HERE

Proceeds go to Help for Heroes! Hope to see you there!

Performance Dates Added!


With next year being the 70th Anniversary of the D Day Landings, it is set to be busy with WW2 events! You will find my confirmed bookings HERE for 2014, so don’t forget to update your diaries!

You will also notice a commemorative steam train journey on 6th June, which may interest puffer nutters, families and wartime revivalists alike. I will be doing a special post on this journey, but more information can be found at Train of Events in the meantime!

New Dates added!


Check out my performance dates page for new Burlesque and singing dates!

War and Peace Revival 2013 – Gallery 1


Here is a small selection of photos from the 1st ever War and Peace Revival! More to come I promise, but I wanted to get these up as I know some of you are chomping at the bit!

It was incredibly hot for the whole week with only a short cloudy burst on the Friday. I didn’t get around the dioramas due to a hectic schedule and feeling as if I were walking through treacle from the heat, but did get to the Vintage Village and the rest!

Kitten von Mew on Miniature Jeep

Miniature Jeep or 60ft woman? You decide! Kitten von Mew at War and Peace Revival 2013. Taken by RvM

Kitten with Military World Magazine

Kitten signing her centre page pin-up poster of Military World Magazine. Taken by RvM

Kitten von Mew and Allo Allo

Kitten with Vicki Michelle and Sue Hodges of ‘Allo ‘Allo! Taken by RvM

Kitten Von Mew Poster Girl

Kitten the poster gal! Check out the monster banner behind! Yowza! Taken by RvM

vintage village display

In the Vintage Village Display watching Beverly teach someone how to darn a sock!
Photo by Kitten von Mew

vintage village textiles

Vintage textile bits and bobs on Bev’s display. Taken by Kitten von Mew

vintage village crochet bra

More of Bev’s display including a wonderful crochet bra! Taken by Kitten von Mew

wet stockings

Wet stocking been dried in the Vintage Village with Mr Mew behind! Taken by KvM

vintage pantry

A vintage pantry display in the kitchen diorama. Taken by KvM

kitten von mew 1940's livingroom

Kitten von Mew in the 1940’s living room diorama! Taken by RvM

toy soldiers

Toy soldiers for sale in the market place. Taken by KvM

ww2 tin toy armoured car

WW2 tin toy armoured vehicle in the market place. Taken by KvM

kitten von mew group shot

Sincerely Yours, Swingtime Sweethearts, Viv the Spiv and Kitten von Mew in the V Marquee

kitten von mew and raf

Kitten von Mew and her wonderful ‘Colonel Whiskers’, her favourite at the events. Taken by RvM

kitten von mew and raf crew

Kitten and RAF crew with one of the model spitfires at War and Peace Revival

More to come I promise!!!

Singing and Burlesque, Blitz Party on 29th June!


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Kitten von Mew performing at the Blitz Party, Stratford upon Avon

Come along, have a dance and help raise some money! It is absolutely wonderful to have something closer to home and I hope you can all join me.  Please email louisegriffin@hotmail.co.uk for tickets!

Hazards In The/ In My Field


On a rather soggy weekend at Wartime in the Vale (June), Mother Nature slapped me round the face with the back of her gale-force hand and tested my hairspray and heels to the limit with rain. It then struck me how different and more prepared you have to be as an entertainer at WWII and other open air events.

Walking around as a visitor, you bask in the glory of vintage vehicles, reenactors, stalls and entertainers, but forget that those singers, dancers and models that enthrall their audiences aren’t effortlessly immaculate. They have to walk the same cobbled streets you walk, brace the same weather and still have to look as if they stepped out of a magazine or movie, no matter how boggy the fields.

Image donated by Lola Lamour

Lola Lamour in the rain, by kind donation of her good self (please do not use without her authorisation!)

I always love watching such performers as Lola Lamour, who (like me) is a complete devil for iconic 1940’s fashions, but to abandon her original snakeskin heels for a pair of wellies would degrade her star-like status and outfit. So we must hop, wobble, hobble and skip to dodge the hazards that may turn our nylons into “Goodbye, so long!”s and beloved pinup shoes from ‘irreplaceable’ to ‘untraceable’ under the mud. I stare enviously at those wearing military gear and warm boots, but am hell bent in wearing my lovely hats and 40’s dresses! Sure I could shelter in a tent for the entire event, but what would the fun in that be? I want to be out, meeting people, seeing things and buying bargains!

Portaloo’s can also be a strategical nightmare as you force your layered outfit into the confined space, dodge the floor of mass disruption (the glory of mud caught in the deep tread of boots), try and balance your handbag as you struggle with your straight-jacket underwear and test the endurance of the wall and door with many an accidental elbow ‘thwack’ as you try and rearrange your outfit again. You either exit looking as if you have been wrestling hippos in there or with an upturned nose and shudder. Classic signs of a girdle struggle is when you can hear the lady in question jumping up and down in the cubicle and she comes out all red faced and puffed out. I almost feel like waving a little flag and giving a cheer to those poor souls that survive the porta-hoopla.

Performing at field events can be the most tricky of all, especially if the changing room is in a completely different area. I say room, when this could actually be a tent depending on the event. I remember fondly getting ready in the back of the USO tent with just a gas lamp and tiny compact mirror; ducking and diving behind stacks of debris to change into my Burlesque outfits and praying that my pasties would be somewhat even…

My most recent event was a huge challenge because of the weather! Getting changed in a nice large mess hut was great, but then negotiating the journey back to the performance tent (where I would have to wait outside to make my entrance) in the mud and rain was a different story. I had decided to do my Pipe Dreams act, which is a gorgeous, sparkly WHITE costume (silly, silly kitten….), which would also showcase my new, spangle-tastic silver shoes from Johnson’s Originals (yes…I know…).

Kitten von Mew, 1940's Burlesque 'Pipe Dreams'

Pipe Dreams being performed at War and Peace Show 2011 – Image by Mr Mew

As I hid beneath my ghillie ‘tobacco’ cloak and staggered towards the entrance of the tent, a rather lively German reenactor didnt realise I was creeping up behind him and gave me a prompt kick on the knee (He was performing an energetic Morecombe and Wise dance move that would have been impressive without the plastic beer glass in hand). As the mud gave me friendly pat on the back of my fishnets and greeted my NEW SHOES with as much enthusiasm, I suddenly realised that the front of my white panel skirt also now resembled a piece of used toilet paper and I hadn’t actually started my performance yet. So what happens in this sort of situation? Do you storm off like a big stroppy Diva? No, you ruddy well get on with the show and laugh it off. Yes there were swear words later and even a disgruntled huff with furrowed brow (I know, stand back when you see these signs), but those are the hazards you have to face when working in these environments. They still enjoyed the show and I fear most of the audience were more ‘moths to my light bulbs’ than my disgraced shoes, but that is all the better. More importantly the shoes are now clean and lovely again! Huzzah!