Just got back from another clown workshop. I'm really getting into this. Lauren is a fantastic group leader and the group themselves are equally fantastic. Basically, what we've done so far is to first become comfortable with each other and ourselves, involving the obligatory trust exercises and children's games. We've also been trying to find our individual clowns as well, finding them physically and more recently, vocally, as well as introducing a best friend (mines an old squash bottle called Gozzo) from the magic mountain that never leaves our side. It has truly been a remarkable experience because just before you don the red nose you have no idea what your clown will do or say. Anything goes. I'm not needed next week, which means that its back into line-learning mode.
The presentation, went ok, I'm amazed I got there in the end after less than a week's work. Apparantlely it was 'concise' and 'crisp', but could have done with more visual stimuli. Oh well never mind.
The big thing however was Cat's wedding. We left saturday morning by train to Blackwater (me doing work for the presentation), we dumped our stuff at the B&B, got changed before taxiing it to Sandhurst. It was amazing. It was my first wedding so it was extra-amazing. Cat herself looked stunning and her other half looked dapper in his regimental dress. Although in a suit, I felt pretty under-dressed. Afterwards, we went to the reception at a very nice hotel owned by the army with acres of land. Two words: Free Bar. Enough said. Met some great people, one of which introduced me to a theatre company that would be relevant possibly to the dissertation: Punch Drunk. Sobered up on the way home and had a great sleep.
Currently, I am working on the performance analysis for Waiting for Godot, and am having second thoughts as to its format. It has to be in for Monday, but ideally I want it finished Sunday afternoon at the latest, because I am seeing Yann Tiersen in the evening.
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