
The thing is, Chris and I are working on a science fiction show. And people have seen Back To The Future, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, Doctor Who, Superman and Primer, so time travel is likely to come up.
Wait... you've seen Primer, right? Well, you should, it's brilliant.
In a rehearsal the other day, Chris and I worked on jumping about in time. Self-directing it. Well, I 'say' we self-directed. What actually happened is we jumped back and forth, mainly led by Chris shouting out our new time position, and I finally dissolved into a mush on the floor exuding the smell of burning brain-matter from my ear canals, not a hope in hell of holding all the non-chronological events in my lobes in a way that I knew where we were or what had happened at any point. Not a hope in hell.

Now I have no choice, I HAVE to improve. On 4th April me and just one other person will be on stage - chances are - performing a hugely complicated time travel storyline. I have to get to a level where I'm not on that stage crapping my own mind out about having half the responsibility of a TwoProv show, a potentially very intricate one ... in just a few months. And that is very exciting. There's nothing like forcing yourself outside of your comfort zone to increase your range.
And there's nothing like improv for providing a platform where that can happen.
Yes and...

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