Whenever the players get the chance to attend an improv workshop, they usually leap in keen to add to their skills. Of course, there may be one or two who are not able to make it for reasons such as swanning around Spain (not mentioning names, Kev) or commitments like children’s sports. But for those …
One of the services we offer is teaching improv to those who want to have a go at this particular acting art. So after our successful night entertaining the locals at Waihi (see the previous post), we held a workshop the next morning. Six intrepid players turned up at the theatre ready to give this …
Honest Liars set out on their first International debut. Okay, so not quite international, but a couple of towns away meant travelling and pulling an over-nighter for some of the players as there was to be a workshop the next day. The troupe had been invited to stage a show for the Waihi Drama Society. …
A mid-week, mid-day show saw us entertaining slightly older folk who got every joke, every nuance and supplied us with fantastic scenes and props. The ‘Pocket Note’ game saw Melissa as the tour guide with Melanie and Neil, the tourists, on White Island where there was a possum up a tree. Somehow Melissa declared her …
It was one of those winter nights where we all had to wear puffer jackets or coats and scarves to ward off the chill factor. Cars with enthusiastic improv players arrived at the venue and bodies tumbled out and raced to get inside to the warmth. It was only our voices and hilarity that needed …
I decided to celebrate Queen Elizabeth’s Birthday 2016 by moving from Wellington to Papamoa. Once the settling period was over, there was a big gap in my life, as I so missed being involved with my Improv troupe. So I decided to start one up and nearly three years later we have an amazing team …
A belly-full of laughs – I used to tread the boards in a small town theatre. Well, I didn’t do too much ‘treading’ because I really enjoyed being backstage doing the actors’ make-up. Why? I found it a bit of a chore to learn lines! Then I shifted and arrived in Papamoa – who should …
