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Sunday, 11 July 2010

Enjoying the confusion

I went to see Life Game at the Lyric Theatre in London this week - a show where a group of actors recreate defining moments in a person's life. The twist being that the actors only meet the person for the first time at the beginning of the show. The whole night is improvised.

As the show went on, we got to see replays of the guest's first kiss, when his dad first came home wearing a wig and all manner of family arguments. It was great fun.

In fact, the night flew by. Partly I'm sure due to an almighty tension in the theatre from no-one (including the actors) knowing how the night would pan out.

That delight in knowing something unexpected is going to happen reminded me of the feeling of reading a new card. You can feel your eyes widen, your mind cogs stir and an enjoyable sense of confusion play with your head. 

And so, this week I'm not going to introduce the new card at all. No tips or clues. None of my own thoughts to cloud what you think lies behind it. 

You are free to enjoy the confusion in full ...


  1. That sounds like a very fun performance! I love the note on the card...looks like it was written to a kid by a kid. Wonder what they were drinking! :)

  2. I'm with Aimee ... wonder what they were drinking?!!!!! Happy PFF!

  3. I haven't been to an Improv in ages, but you really captured the tension and anticipation in the audience and on stage!
    Oh dear, that message--the butter bush? butten bulk? Kids! Happy PFF.

  4. When I see something amazing, or different--or beautiful, or unusual, my eyes focus so quickly they tickle. I call this involuntary sensation "Filling my eyes." When something fills my eyes, it is the greatest compliment I can give.

    I loved this post, my dear!

    Happy PFF!

  5. What a wonderful post! A perfect postcard message to go along with a night of Improv!

    Happy PFF!

  6. lovely stuff, Sir - early adolescent courtship perhaps? I'm not sure the shy, anonymous correspondent is even expecting a reply... an exhilerating but terrifying feeling (I can just about still remember)...

    Best, H

  7. I was looking at this one and the words reminded me of something... It's an old music hall song the words to which are (with some help from google)....

    Come, come, come and make eyes at me
    down at the Old Bull and Bush,

    Come, come, drink some port wine with me,
    Down at the Old Bull and Bush,
    Hear the little German Band,
    Laa la la la la la la

    Just let me hold your hand dear,
    Do, do come and have a drink or two
    down at the Old Bull and Bush.

    Do, do, come and have a drink or two
    down at the Old Bull and Bush,
    Bush, Bush!"

    Perhaps the writing is a bit shaky because they've been down the old "Bullen Bush" a little too long!

    Postcard writing under the influence of port wine???

    Who knows!