Also...
...I am an improvisor.

I've performed as stalkers, apes, mechanics, aliens, twins, robots and monkeys (and ninjas, natch), soldiers, schoolboys, transvestites and translators, musicians, acrobats, boxers, cheese shop owners, dads, mums, sons, daughters, Djs, chefs, siamiese twins, jon voight, tourists, 20's gangsters, French, German, Italian, drunk, stoned, comatose, dead, newborn, talking dogs, cats, mice, spiders and rats, cowboys, indians and prime ministers.

As Spacemen, monks, Nuns, sailors, rowers, old men, old women, owners of book, toy, comic, magic, mercury and milk shops. Cavemen, vampires, Van Helsing and Yoda, Batman dressed as a flamingo, punters and prostitutes and pimps, OCD suffers, suicidal life coaches, cheerful traffic wardens and drunken bus drivers.

As werewolves and students and delivery boys and tarzan. Ghost hunters and the haunted, postmen and policemen and firemen and lifeguards. The famous five and the secret seven.

Two fat ladies in 1988, the safe 16 lovers who lied, pearlies queen and mother makes five. Arthers and authors and plastered outcasts, locked up daughters and rock and roll stars*.

I think it's safe to say I fake it a lot.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 15:46, Reply)