The workshop seemed to go okay, too. Twelve people, some of which picked things up quickly, and some of which just didn't have a clue, but that's life. They were well-behaved, too, which is a good thing. One of the workshops last week, I hear, had some kids who were a little too enthusiatic and prone to breaking into improvisation.
And I didn't get too many strange looks wandering through town in bucket-tops, black leather trousers, white "pirate" shirt and a black leather duster.
Needed a hot bath, though, after four separate free-play sessions of suitable dramatic quality.
Next one tomorrow morning.