Idiot in Brixton

That idiot was me!

I have to blog this so that I remember not to do it again. Basically tonight I found myself walking around brixton with a laptop in my cloth bag, getting lost because I thought I was so clever and could find my way home instead of waiting for a bus. I taught myself a valuable lesson today, not to be so impatient! this is one of my big character traits so tricky to kill off instantly.

But the fear of walking into places that I didn't recognise in an area that we are told to be scared of will keep impatience when it comes to safety at bay for now.  It is so true that you learn best by your own mistakes. I feel like an idiot, funney after spending 3 hours at a workshop where people were paying to taste was it is to IDIOT. Funney. Basta! bedtime.

I scared myself tonight and would rather not do that again. To see all the faces of the people at the workshop as they flopped and sunk into the swamp of shit where they really wanted to die in that moment is strange to think of now. I would have given anything to be playing or even flopping my ass of than being stuck in Brixton with what felt like danger around every corner.

What we do as performers is share something with an audience and take a risk every time we do, but the risk is in our heads.

More about the fantastic Natasha Federova tomorrow. What a fantastic day of levels of tension in the body and some good old Russian style movement for actors to get our teeth into.