Treading the light fantastic
I've done quite a few things of a theatrical bent in my time... best memories include:

A see through dress on a particularly fit female lead under full stage lights (aah... mammaries...)

Stealing the show in the same play (unscripted one-liners piss off the director but go down a storm with the audience).

Although I will always cringe about the memories of my last outing. I was Grandpa Joe in Willy Wonka... which was a full musical. The thing was, I was supposed to be George. Two lines, a bit of singing, in and out, done. But no, the guy playing Joe only had to develop a throat infection, lose his voice, and then convince me to take on his role less than a week before the sodding performance. The spoken parts were fine, and quite good (if I do say so myself). The dancing and singing parts, sadly, weren't. I lost the thread halfway through the first song, but thankfully the pianist was clued up enough to wrap up the song with an impromptu musical solo. Secondly was the dance at the end (cringes again). My arse became my elbow, and I couldn't tell the difference between. To say I hid for a few days afterwards is a lie- no-one noticed my cockups but me, yet still I cringe even though everyone else is convinced that I did a good job. Oh well.

Mind you, my stints of being a DJ on the radio were much more successful. I ended up helping to run the place for a while as well, oddly enough. From the radio I graduated to the student union- DJing in there that is. Although my version of DJing is a little more laissez faire than most people's- I took my computer down, put a playlist together in itunes, and then spent the evening getting pissed. Easy.

Although my best memory of the radio is when I helped out with a friend's show, who asked me for some random facts. So, I cranked out the standard ones- duck's quacks, dolphins having sex for pleasure and so forth. However, my mate took the biscuit. To set the scene, this was a show which is listened to by local families, and this one was on mid-afternoon. The one just before drive time actually. When I'd finished my random facts, he asked the following "Is it true a pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes?". I just played the next song without answering.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 2 Dec 2005, 16:57, Reply)