Many of our Covid hobbies and distractions have expired for most of us; thrash TV like Tiger King, baking banana bread, online improv, taking the same photos of the same places on the same daily walk… However for some in the
It was 2012, and I was about to walk out on stage in the Mill Theatre in Dundrum for perform Neil+1 for the very first time. Nerves, anxiety, regret, excitement were colliding in my mind like a child trying to
I had nearly forgotten, it’s been 10 years. Damn pandemic messed with our concept of time. But here I am, 10 years on looking back on what performing an improvised show with a stranger has taught me about Improv and
Like many improvisers during the pandemic, a huge void made by lockdowns and restrictions needed to be filled. But I’m not talking about the creative void, arguably a creative void is easy to fill. Instead, other voids emerged, some consciously
All the World’s a stage And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts.
Times have changed this past year. I’d normally be writing this in between bouts of checking work email for my employer as we are race toward the end of the busiest period of the year. Instead I’m typing this in
We have all been there; an out of town troupe is performing in your local theatre or you’re visiting an improv theatre in another city, and a group takes the stage that resets your improv excitement barometer causing you to
