Improv Challenge Day Two

I am thinking, as I write, about the Omelette Theatre Group who inspired this series of challenges.

With a theatre full of suggestions they were able to be selective and even to discard or ignore suggestions that they chose not to pursue.

I don’t have that luxury, faced as I am with two only.

And I left this one, Janet's, to second, as it seems more difficult.

“ How about doing a post on any topic of your chice with the title "A Brave New World"?.”

Easy – I can write anything, which is what I usually do on this blog anyway, it just needs a link to something brave, or world. I could probably even get away with new.

But where is the professional integrity in that eh?

I could go down yesterday’s road.

A brave new world.
Book title I think.
Can I remember the writer’s name?
Duncan, Bob, Alice – hang on; I’m sure I know.
Even though I’ve never read it.
Fred? Felicity? For goodness sake!
Gerald!
Huxley!!!! Got it! But -Aldus, Aldlous, Alderlous, hmm… his first name is more difficult.
I can’t remember can I?
Just when I thought I knew it, it slips off the tongue.

Etc etc etc.

But you would all accuse me of repetition.

So what!?

Well I guess A real Brave New World would have been doing this suggestion first, going out on a limb and writing about…. Population Growth. Maybe..

It’s a taboo subject but lies behind all our problems. Too many people, too little to share.

Hang on, isn’t it the name of a band too? It should be.

Or is that Brave New Order?

Am I allowed to use Wikipedia in an improvised blog post?

If I were I would find out that the title comes from a line in Shakespeare’s The Tempest.

Cool – I can cut and paste from an earlier post.

Ah, and then I have it. I write about a personal brave new world moment, I combine it with Vicki’s alphabet suggestion and bob’s your uncle.

Well, maybe not bob, but you follow, don’t you?

Here goes……………..

Time passed…………….

And then I met Krissie.

Before I had known her as an acquaintance to smile at and say hello, but that was a long time before.

Camden Lock, busking with her colleague Patti? Yes.

Dave, my partner spoke to her more than me. I was shy I guess. Dumped too many times.

Even cynical and afraid.

From this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish?

Gee!

I do!

Jamaica? No, she came on her own accord - she fell asleep on my shoulder during the flight to New York, held my hand across Washington Square Park and I invited her to Brazil.

Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, Krissie, twenty four years ago this month.

Lobsters – do you remember them? We set them free in someone’s pool, they (the people) were mad at us though they intended to boil them (the lobsters) alive.

Many memories mingling madly.

New York, falling in love in Bill Mack’s apartment.

Not going to Brazil but returning home.

Not caring.

Only one day sleeping at my place, before moving to yours – do you recall?

Peter, your dad met me, seemed to approve, I hope. Your mum, your brother, the other one and the other, other one and your dog.

Quite surprising that we live with cats (so many) now.

Reaching out to you all that time ago, are you still glad?

San Francisco. “If there was one place, forward backward or where I am”. Only you know what that means.

Topper, thank you. When people use it, it’s because of you. Thank you.

Until death us do part?

Very likely! But it's no longer so scary.

Wait! I’m not ready, it seems like yesterday!

Xanadu, it’s a poem by Coleridge isn’t it? For he (I) on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of paradise (U).

Yes, a brave new world. I’m glad you said yes.

Zeal (look it up), and sealed with a loving kiss.

xxx