Hello chaps! You might remember that I worked on a project called, “Warning: May Contain Nuts” which culminated in performances in Reading and Brighton Pavillion. Well, it’s that time again! Please see below, and if you are interested, contact jon (at) companyparadiso.co.uk. I highly recommend it, I found it a very rewarding experience.
Greeting to All,
Many thanks for your contacts and submissions recently, keep them coming! I will endeavor to get back to everyone personally in the next two weeks.
Please pass this message on to others who may be interested.
For those close enough to Brighton, Company Paradiso will be running WRITING WORKSHOPS
EITHER afternoon 2 – 4pm OR early evening, WEDNESDAY 8TH AUGUST 2012, Brighton, near the station.
PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU CAN COME AND IF YOU PREFER AFTERNOON OR EVENING
I’ve chosen Wednesday (though let me know if that’s not a good day) because this will lead up to our performance of ‘Warning: May Contain Nuts’ on Wednesday 10th October 2012, 6pm at Pavilion Theatre, Brighton Comedy Festival
On that first Wednesday we will:
* Share writing and talk about the book, due out end November 2012, ‘collected poetry, prose and performance by mentally interesting writers’
* Do some writing exercises
* Talk about the upcoming performance and how we develop what happened two years ago. Looking ahead – I’m planning to invite the comedy trainer GILL EDWARDS to run a session for us, I’ve heard she is fantastic, and we have two sessions also, I’m thinking probably the last two, October 3rd and 10th, before the performance, with the inimitable JOHN HEGLEY.
There is no obligation to perform. I’m hoping that through our writing sessions we will find what people are comfortable with and that both the book and the performance will grow and evolve as we work together.
PLEASE COME AND JOIN US, AND BE PART OF THIS NEXT EXCITING COUPLE OF MONTHS
with good wishes , Jon PS I enjoyed this joke recently.
St Peter is at the Pearly Gates, checking people’s crudentials and letting them into Heaven. There is a line of people waiting, saintly people because lots of people have been good recently. And because they are saintly, they are waiting patiently with good humour. Suddenly a man in a white coat with a stethoscope walks past everyone straight up to the gates and into Heaven. ‘Who’s that,’ someone asks in the queue, ‘And doesn’t he have to wait like the rest of us?’ Oh no, says St Peter, that’s God. He thinks he’s a Doctor.
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