Happiness is like a butterfly

Happiness is like a butterfly... The more you chase it the more it will elude you... But if you turn your attention to other things it will come quietly and sit on your shoulder.

I will be collaborating with make up artist Grace McComisky on the performance work 'Happiness is like a butterfly' which will be shown at The Horseplay Arts Club at Proud Galleries in Camden on Wednesday 19th May. The work will be durational starting at 8pm and continuing for the rest of the night. Come along... "It's only a fiver like pet"

Lizzie&Phoebe Latest Performance

On the 21st April we created a performance event for the arts club night HORSEPLAY at the Proud Galleries in Camden. The work was an offshoot to our latest piece 'Did you ever know that you're my hero?'. In this work the audience get the chance to be our 'heroes' for three to four minutes.
Audience as Neil Armstrong
Audience as Superman
Audience as Paula Radcliffe
Audience as Rolf Harris

Volvo Volcano

From off stage the car horns blared. The setting was twilight, with the street lights just starting to think about turning on. A car on bus standoff had unraveled centre stage. The W3 bus which travels from Finsbury Park to Wood Green was nose to nose with a silver Volvo C30. Due to parked cars either side of the street neither car nor bus could get by, one had to give in, but neither were budging.
Of course the Volvo is in the wrong the audience thought. You always give way to buses. Everybody knows that.

Cars were piled up for miles.

Passengers on the bus were furious. "We need to get home to our wives and children, eat our tea and watch Eastenders! We have had a HARD DAY"

The bus driver let the passengers off.

"KNOB"
"Fucking prick"
"Arse hole"
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Donkey dick" Said the passengers as they walked past the Volvo and off stage.

20 minutes passed, the tension was getting higher and higher. Finally the Volvo nipped into a parking space to the left of the bus. The audience breathing a sigh of relief. Had he given up? No. He jumped out of the Volvo and started kicking the door of the bus. Like a mad man he kicked, punched and screamed. "My fucking right of way. Me. Mine. MY right! TWAT!" The bus driver turned on his alarm and for a moment the audience believed that Mr Volvo was trapped and his out break would cost him... But he squeezed himself out and frightened by the alarm it would appear turned around and sped off in the opposite direction. The audience broke into applause. Good triumphed over evil.

"Well that was better than Grand Designs" I said as I left my front room window and sat back down on the sofa. My beetroot bake was cold though. Never mind.