mostly david ephgrave

When my wife mentioned she might go to an event at North Herts College today, she inadvertently triggered a flashback to a horrific acting exercise I once took part in on the premises. Before I went to drama school, I did a BTEC in Performing Arts at North Herts. It was a great way to dip my toe into being an actor: an image that makes little-to-no sense. I was released from the restraints of an unpleasant secondary school experience; I felt like an adult, or a bad-haired, slightly acned representation of one at least. While my college years mostly bring back happy memories, one class left an unpleasant indelible mark in my head: a workshop called The Watering Hole. In it, we had to find a space, choose an African animal and think about how it moves. We were told to imagine we were our animal in an enclosure at a zoo, and behave accordingly; I opted for a lion, so I could pretend to be asleep. Taking the easy way out probably affected the fluidity ...