Tonight, in a reserved balcony for RNIB memember. So if they need a half blind half obese aerialist who wont hang from anything higher than her head I’m your girl!
I’ve decided to wear my flapper shoes with little concaved heels and forgot how awful dodgy eyesight mixes with London’s much dodgier pavements. My legs ache from pointe shoe training (I have zero ballet training can’t really stand ballet its all jumpy and conformist).
So until Cirque realises I’m the hottest thing in circus, and I realise I can go a day without chocolate heres some photos of yesterdays danceness.