So my mum likes to tell this story of when I played the angel Gabriel in a nativity play. Apparently I was about 7 and while I was meant to be standing all serene and angelic in the background, I got into some kind of fist fight with another angel.
My mum calls it an embarrassment.
I call it committing to the role
'the swing at the end of the world' with no safety measures, just simply a swing on the edge of a cliff in Ecuador.
“I love this twee”
“This twee is mah fran”
“Dis twee has a flavour”
“Twee, u no worries, I cleans u.”
"Twee is mah pweshus"
Animación de un bisonte de 1887. Fotos de Eadweard Muybridge.
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