I did a disco last Saturday for a 21st birthday party, but with a mix of the host and hostesses friends (the oldies) and the birthday girl’s friends (the younguns), so it was a good mix. Everything went swimmingly; until right near the end when alcohol and hormones started taking effect on some of the younguns, and it being near the scheduled end time the hostess asked me to start winding things down to chill them out.

What I should do is write about my experience in Switzerland, training and performing with Ozfrank Theatre, but for now I am still spinning that over in my mind. It may eventually make it to a blog, who knows?

  I did what any self-respecting, “only with the lights off”, stiff upper-lipped Englishman would do. It was the only decent thing to do, given the circumstances. After all, I thought, what harm could possibly come to me? I was in a car. He was on shank’s pony. Foot traffic nearly always beats motorised, in a court of law. All I need to do is steer well clear and simply avoid him. I went through it all in my mind immediately after I turned the corner.

In other news, I got the best surprise in my email a few weeks ago from John Nobbs & Jacqui Carroll of Ozfrank Theatre, which went something like this:

"Dear Kenny,

How ya doin', sport? (They're Aussie, see. That's the Oz, in Ozfrank ~ ed)

I was Christmas shopping yesterday, a mighty marathon trip that took me to Peterborough then backtracking to Leicester, before finally home.

Leicester had a great vibe. It's a vibrant multi-cultural city, as this Wiki entry attests: