Scream for all your worth

Last night we went to another night of “barely organised theatrical chaos”, this time organised by Kindle Theatre. My voice is now wrecked. These two facts are not disconnected – I was asked to let my scream be heard so I did, and now my throat is regretting this decision, made on it’s behalf by my brain (I won’t go into how my voice can have a mind of its own, I haven’t got time).

So a bunch of theatrical stuff happened, including the girls from Kindle sharing their spiritual research while undressing and Simon Day demonstrating his Ukulele skills (so that he can show us the difference that 20 minutes a day for a year will make). This was followed by a fantastic local Thrash Folk band.