From the pen of guest blogger, performer Elizabeth Welch

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December 10, 2012 by wandalusst

I was early on my first day at TTFO school.
I didnt want to miss anything,
Having gone to similar schools in different places, I was excited about the old friends, and all the new games.

We thrahsed and thesped in a large hall with huge windows opening onto a busy street,
watched images flicker across the a cyclorama of boxes, calico and bodies.
I laughed so hard i thought I may need help to get home.

Its clear – in a haze of Carry On movies, Menzies-era highjinks, and bigger than big characters,
that decorum went out the window and was replaced by bolshy comedia, hilarity.
No one wants to be the ‘nice over forty something’ whose playing safe.
Thank God for a brief time we had that collective chance.

I may just make a time to meet Marg and Glyn to chuck a few cardboard boxes about,
Lord knows I’ll be in a better state afterwards.

thanks Peta for releasing me from retirement.

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