The norwegian, 3 Swiss people and homemade Pate.

Im afraid that today is a sad day indeed in the Brookfield lodge, not more than an hour ago there were 3 swiss people at this house, and now they are no more, they were last spotted boarding a plane to Switzerland… wherever that may be, this raises our M.I.A count up to 4, including the Norwegian, but on this note i have some news, the fifth members body has been found, and im sorry to report, some sick bastard, left him out in the rain, and i know i know i don’t think i can take it, because it really took so long to bake it, and i will never….. ever…. get that recipe again. On a slightly brighter note there is STILL home made Pate left by the Norwegian, so we are ok on supplies! End of transmission. Next transmission unconfirmed.


the return of the swiss guy and Georg’s day!

Long time since the last post now, about time we update you on whats going on in the Brookfield Lodge. Actually, its been a fairly uneventfull week, with dull classes in autoCad and one nice one in contextual studies. Except for Wednesday, which was fun. We had a special occasion gentlemens club in honour of Georg, and then we decided to go to the airport and greet the swiss guy, which we knew was returning that night, just not when. 

So the five brave explorer of the BLS-1 team set out on a perilious journey, involving hazards such as waiting at the bus stop and riding a cab. Armed with party hats and a homemade Swiss flag, courtesy of Rene, we finally made it to the Liverpool John Lennon airport and took up positions around the arrivals gate. The tension and excitement was so thick and heavy you could cut through it with a knife… the waiting had begun.

“Where is he?” “Did we miss him?” “Are those people coming from Switzerland?” “Is that him?” and “Did someone leave the cake out in the rain?” where questions that soared through the air intermixing with the absent of static from the radio communication system we didn’t have.

More people came, with skiis and snowboards, apparantly Swiss, then, a man with a taxfree bag from a Swiss airport… he must be close! And yes, there he is; all teams, move in! Joy, happyness, warmth and a feeling of pleasure erupted in the crowds, he was back, finally! We broke in to a party, and party hats where issued to all essential personel, and our pr department promptly photographed and documented the whole event!

All that was left was a bus ride home and another drink when we got there.

BLS-1 signing off.

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OK so i was up till about 5am this morning writing this out, and they are reading it NOW… i’m so scared.

Dear Actors,

Please forgive me for not being here to give this proposal personally; I hope Bryn does a good job of getting my point across.

I would like to put forward two proposals, but don’t worry ill be brief:

The first proposal is “Ghetto” by “Joshua Sobol” a tragic comedy based on the Vilna ghetto in Lithuania, where a number of actors formed a theatre company in the midst of the fighting. Ghetto weaves the absurdly humorous dialogue with the ruthless cruelty of the circumstances, to create an entire tapestry of human emotions. And the result is stunning, although the piece is set in 1942, there are echoes of modern society and the play can be adapted to the current situation in the west bank.

And the Second, I would like to propose myself as director of one of your shows next year. I would like to think that I have shown you all that I am competent, determined and completely and utterly devoted, not only to my work, but to all the people that it encompasses, be they on or off stage. I cannot teach you to act, I’m not an actor and those of you who have seen me try know better than anyone, if in your final production you want to be taught to act, by all means reject me. I cannot promise anymore than anyone else at LIPA I cannot promise you a glorious show that leads onto fame and fortune, I can promise you the experience of working with a new and young director, and I can promise you time, time beyond the restraints of anyone else. It would be a great honour to work with you again, the decision is yours.

Thank you,

Eyal Israel