Adjoa Anyimadu (3rd Year Social and Political Sciences, Trinity)
Having already won the Waltham Forest's Most Improved Swimmer of the Month award (November 1994, in the hotly contested under-9s category) and been acclaimed as Essex's best known Radio 4 phone-in participant, the day that Adjoa tripped and fell into improv simply added to her indisputably glittering career. Although the experience left her bruised and smelling faintly of cabbage, she thinks that becoming a member of Alcock Improv is bound to be an experience jam-packed with all kinds of comic shenaniganry. And, more importantly, it will provide an outlet for her series of expressive dance soliloquies based on the secret inner life of John Humphries. Is the world ready? Well, yeah, it probably is. |
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Katy Bulmer (1st Year Drama and Education, Hommerton)
The Bulmer family have a rich and extensive history of improvising, dating back to Katy's great-great-great grand pappy Ebenezer "Improvisational" Bulmer. Young Katy, however, decided to abandon the time-honoured family tradition and ran away to Cambridge to pursue an illustrious career in banking. In a cruel twist of fate, the nice interviewer informed her that several years experience of "making stuff up" would be necessary for that much sought after desk job. Disillusioned with the follies of man, Katy has since returned to the only thing she knows: making stuff up. For a laugh.
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Nate Dern (Graduate Student, Jesus)
Not many Americans are as suave as their British counterparts. Nate is no exception. Born in the mining hills of Colorado, Nate had to develop improv skills at an early age to avoid "getting eaten by wolves." A classically trained speed reader and expert line memorizer, Nate has little use for either of these skills as a member in the script lacking world of improv comedy. Nate recently had a scare where he thought he was allergic to gluten, and although the tests came back negative, he is still weary of scones. Your anti-gluten donations are appreciated and tax deductible.
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Jessica Barker-Wren (2nd Year Lawyer, Girton)
J-B-W say it with a double oo ( thats "oo, oo"...two(thanks)). Sorely prone to melting it's the H20 you see-oh me! But not from Dorothey- oh my. The stuff rains from the sky (and from peoples eyes if you step on their feet). So it isn't that I'm wicked only that I'm west (country) And i do not mean to cause alarm... I'M JUST, I'M JUST JESSIE FROM THE FARM.
"Fans" are struck by an undeniable lyricism to Jessica's speech.However Jessica found through raw rhyme that talents can be a burdens, gifts also be impediments: "tardens" or "gidiments" if you will. |
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Josh Higgott (1st Year Drama and Education, Hommerton)
Josh Higgott is a 19-year old failed actor who still lives with his parents. In his brief career he has carried spears in many well known comedies (including King Lear, Hamlet and Macbeth) but has recently concluded that perhaps comedy is not really his thing, and so he has decided to join Alcock Improv. Outside of improvising tragedy, his main interests lie in interprative dance and kayaking, and he holds the Brent Council Record for Most Pirouettes Whilst Rowing Upstream. As far as he is aware, there aren't any rivers, streams or ponds in Brent. Other awards include Best Actor (North House Primary School Nativity Play) and Best Actress In A Male Role (North House Secondary School Nativity Play).
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Will Pearse (3rd Year Zoologist, Jesus)
As funny as he is tall, it's always been something of a mystery to people who meet Will as to why he decided to do improv, but no one really has the courage to say it to his face. His first pet was 'Sammy', a Syrian hamster that he loved very much. So much, in fact, that when he died he became certain that he was in fact hibernating, and so stayed up all night with a hair-dryer trying to wake him up. Eventually, after several hours of being heated, the festering-corpse smell became too much and his daddy buried Sammy underneath a tree in the garden. Daddy comforted Will by telling him that the tree was sucking up Sammy and absorbing him. He doesn't like trees anymore. |
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Patrick Walsh McBride
Patrick's parents thought his rather-large-mouthful of a surname was more than enough nomenclature for a small child to be contending with. Consequently, he has no middle name. This has left a void which he is now attempting to fill with improv, having found prescription medication and My Little Pony sorely inadequate. |
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