We are five women who share a love of storytelling and spontaneity,
performing improvised theatre in Wellington and New Zealand.
Some may call us bewitching but those people would be very misleading.
Currently on hiatus due to international travels by some of our members.
Watch this space...
Do not ask us for a magic potion, you will not like how it tastes.
How to not make a Christine Brooks:
Journey to one of New Zealand’s quiet, remote brooks, alone and by the light of a waning moon
Take a gallon of the pure brook water and heat it slowly
Add bright green, pink, orange and purple food colouring
Slowly submerge your sassiest lipstick into the cauldron bucket
Whisper sweet-nothings into the ear of the nearest frog before holding it aloft above the mix
Pop a wee peck on the frog’s cheek before dropping it into the luke warm water
Watch said frog swim for a bit/enjoy the good life
A wild Christine emerges!
How to not make an Abby Howells:
Bewitch the brightest flower you can find
Boil low for five days, systematically adding
locks of golden hairand baby teeth
Enrobe in the most beautiful pastel vintage dress
and jelly shoes you can find
Enroll in (not) witch school, until she has achieved
dizzying heights of Scriptwriting and Improvising prowess
Ready for presentation at an appropriate
Definitely Not Debutant Performance
How to not make a Jennifer O’Sullivan:
Take a hollowed drum and place a shoe from your first night of joyful dancing inside
Take a chopstick (read: not wand) and rhythmically tap out your favourite 90s pop song along the outside of the drum, eyes closed
Sprinkle chopped lavender and diced peacock feathers into the drum
Watch as toenail grows to foot to leg to lower half to upper half to arms to neck to head
Salute your Queen
How to not make a Caitlin McNaughton:
On a full-moon night, seek out the darkest richest charcoal you can
Upon a sun-bleached bone carve the figure of a woman with old-fashioned-movie-star-good-looks and hair as black as night
Dance around said bone chanting ‘Not a McNaughty Not a McNaughty’ until the sun rises
Look to the east and there she shall appear, smelling distinctly of peanut butter
How to not make a Rose Cann:
Add almond paste and hundreds and thousands to a bowl, with a dash of HP sauce
Mutter ‘Who can Rose Cann who can Rose Cann’ under your breath while imagining a unicorn leaping over a rainbow, eyes closed, pouring lashings of Rose water into the mix
Cease pouring, and stir while muttering Will Smith’s ‘Miami’ lyrics for approximately 4 hours
Look behind you
mutterings on the wind
mutterings on the wind
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