The roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd — 9 Comments

  1. When I was a nipper I had a stutter. So this evil bastard teacher would always put me in the play for “comical relief.” When I was 16 he met with a  fatal accident. I have often pondered on him and if he was the reason I turned out this way.

  2. TT – Only sixteen, and you were arranging ‘fatal accidents’?  As you lot would say – Respect!  I think you fete was sealed when you were dropped on your head as a baby.

  3. I remember when I was 8 we were made put on a play in school called “An Lolipop Draoichta”. I still have no idea what it was about.  Or why the seven dwarves were involved.

    • Lollypop draoichta hmm. Was it a cannabis flavoured lollypop with fake stuff supplied by Gaeltacht fly-by-nights? You were had by the creepy sioga. May have turned you against the compulsory teanga forever.

  4. Jennikyooky – Maybe something got lost in the translation?  I don’t remember a thing about mine execpt that I had to tell a king his horse was dead, without being killed for my troubles!!

  5. Hey, I didn’t say I arranged the accident. I said he met with an accident. Happens all the time n’est-ce pas ?

  6. TT – Don’t spoil a good reputation – espesially if it’s yours.

    Ian – I could have but people might have thought I was being rude.  We can’t have that now, can we?

  7. Ha, reminds me of being forced to audition solo for the school choir. It wasn’t X Factor material! We were up on that stage doing the Hallelujah Chorus just because we were able to open our mouths!
    Somehow we didn’t sound that bad in a group so never quite worked out what the music teacher knew that we didn’t?

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