Montrichard & Monday

This weekend a big group of us, like last year, went to Montrichard where Christine’s family house is. There were about twenty of us in total. We had a great time swimming in the river across the road, having a big communal jam with all our musicians, drinking cocktails with alcohol starting with the same letter as our names, and eating great feasts. It was a lot of fun - full on and at some points a bit much - but really great to spend time with friends.

And unsurprisingly, today was a pretty tired and mopey day because nearly all of us got back from Montrichard just before school started.

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Mike presented a different speech by the mayor of Toronto, but it was bad. No energy. No game. The text was boring. No images. Phillippe then got him to go and dress really well in a suit and tie. He came back looking much smarter, although his pants were like baggy (almost like parachute pants) which gave him a slightly ridiculous and funny look.

Philippe then got Mike to do the text about the war on Bicycles (the text he’d originally presented a while back) in an overly happy positive way. Mike was running around screaming, arms in the air, big smile. For a while it back really funny and people liked him, but then he lost it and began pushing. Then Philippe got Mike to do the opposite. To play the text like a super serious actor studio type with a low voice, slow gestures, and moody eyes. He was much better like this. He had fun, he was subtle, and he had good timing and fixed point. “I see your spirit like this.”

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Philippe got all the tramps on stage in a clump and got them to mock the Queen of England on her 60th Jubilee. Individually nobody really rocked it, but they were good as a group.

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In the last few minutes in class I decided to get up and present a new bastard I had been thinking about during class. I presented the old head of my drama school. I was attracted to presenting her because in my opinion she is like many white hippies in New Zealand who claim to be connected to and knowledgeable about the Māori culture, but really it’s all very surface and fake. It’s phony and hypocritical. And in my time presenting her (which was a big flop) it became clear that she’s not really a bastard at all, she’s simply a hypocrite, and there’s a big difference.