Temporary hold for a temporary blast from the past
I'll put that other 'revelation' on hold for just a sec cos I had to post about the other night!...
So it's the preview performance of the Hunters Hill amateur production of Bombshells, which only important associates of the cast and crew get to go to of course. It's a series of 6 soliloquies about women basically (but it's still good!), with 3 in each Act. So the first two do their thing and it's pretty good I'm learning lots about the female race through a series of shocks, cringes, surprises and disappointments. How naive am I, and how insane are chicks.
Then enters a scantily clad voluptuous woman doing her dance thing (no that's not the surprise, though I was...). The scene has been set, her charatcer established - she's an overconfident teenage girl who's the 'talent' in the talent show. But mid-way through her dance routine, the mood suddenly shifts. Silence. Tears. Agony. That's what I'm talking about - I'm on the edge of my seat! But there's a strange hush over the audience...
To my right the director hesitates, then stands then hesitates some more. Um, I don't think this was meant to happen!!
Seeing that she is clutching her knee, I rush past the director and make my way down onto the stage. "I've dislocated my knee!" I hear her sqeeze out in pained incredulity.
"It's ok, you'll be ok. Sometimes they go back in if you just do this....". As she slowly follows my instruction, her patella slides gently back into place. Gripping her knee as though she's going to lose it, the tears start flowing freely. But that's ok, you've got to expect that :)
I've gotta tell you, that's NOT what i expected to be doing going for a night out at the theatre!! But the ambulance did get there quickly...(!). Is it wrong to have enjoyed it??...
So there you go, trip down memory lane, didn't think I'd be needing my physio skills again :)
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