someone very wise once said: theatre is no request contest – that is so very true – i certainly neither requested nor wished for my silly, silly costume, nor being painted completely black on my only visible bits of skin, which are my feet and my face, nor having to learn how to squat, so it’ll look like a corby perching on a pole – well, let’s say it how it is, humans are nor made for roosting – i certainly am not made for roosting, but i am learning and willing my body to do, what it does not feel like doing – so i practice every day – i feel ridiculous, very much so – but it helps and today i managed roundabout five whole minutes, just as long as i need to – it’s still almost killing me and i need another five minutes to recover – but i feel ever so proud and happy