As I walked by the local theatre I looked into one of the rooms and giggled. It’s glass and you can see everything inside. The room was empty but to me it had a group of people doing weird mimes while others watched laughing.
I giggled at the laughs I’ve had in that room. Although we all knew it was glass and everyone could look in, we were so engrossed in what we were doing to notice. Occasionally, I would wonder what on earth anyone, outside looking in, thought was going on.
We were having Improvised comedy workshops. I loved it. Unfortunately, not enough other people wanted to be trained in how to do Improvised comedy, so the classes didn’t last long, but long enough to leave a lasting impression on me, and a smile and a giggle every time I recall being on a camel that I fell off and landed in camel poo, when a beautiful man gave me his hand, brought me to my feet and married me shortly afterwards… I know, hilarious or what. It was funny at the time.
You don’t want to know how many balloons I burst before I gave up and put these on the page…
Jol li fi ca tion
‘A merry-making, gay entertainment’
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