So, after a very long and protracted legal battle (we had to enter into Non-Disclosure Agreement so cannot reveal the reasons) Foghorn Unscripted have been forced to handover our Facebook Page and blog every Saturday night to the one and only ★Marcus D’Lite★… “One of the regions greatest performers, he is not a star but a Nebula…” – source “★Marcus D’Lite★ – an autobiography, part 1 – Parting the Curtains.”

So without further ado it is our… obligation to give you… Marcus D’Lite!

“One of the regions greatest performers, he is not a star but a Nebula…” – source “★ Marcus D’Lite ★ – an autobiography, part 1 – Parting the Curtains.”

My Dears! Hello and welcome to my regular slot Saturday Night with ★ Marcus D’Lite ★!

Forthwith Saturday nights will be my chance to impart my theatrical wisdom and unequalled experience with my many fans out there. Don’t hold back and send me your thespian questions in readiness for next week. But onto tonight and Me!!!! It’s been a painful week – following an accident with a sewing machine whilst auditioning for the Great British Sewing Bee I’ve temporarily lost the use of my digits as I haven’t managed to unpick the blanket stitch binding my fingers together so I’m writing this via voice recognition satellite link from my LA retreat and I hope to be back in Blighty soon… Apologies in advance for the time delay.

It’s been a painful week – following an accident with a sewing machine whilst auditioning for the Great British Sewing Bee

Well, Halloween may have been scary for some but it was a Tour De Force for me as I devised a one man improvised Phantas-tic-scare-magoria Haunting. A site specific event held in the no.11 Bus Stop in Cotteridge. Oh my it was awesome… I have to thank my team from Wardrobe (Mom) to special effects (Dad) – I still wonder at their ingenuity when faced with two antimacassars, an 8″ Doilie, 5 LED torches and a sparkler! I was transformed from the star you know and love into a Nosferatu that resembled an overindulged mosquito, quite remarkable. I had a captive audience… well the due bus had broken down outside the Rajpoot Indian restaurant and they were going nowhere fast, I think they were providing the stranded passengers with sustenance of onion bhajis and buckets of lassi, so I had to think on my feet and play for an additional 20mins. The audience gave a standing ovation, well the bus had just arrived so it seemed quite fortuitous.

So this is my first thought on improvising, or as I like to call it “Making it up because you can’t remember your lines”.

It offers us actors a freedom unknown. You can throw off the shackles of learning scripts. There isn’t even a director to crush your creativity when you want to put powder in your hair to create an old man and draw wrinkles on your face…

There isn’t even a director to crush your creativity

It is a freedom that allows you to get up close and personal with the audience and see the whites of their eyes and smell the stale coffee and gingivitis on their breaths. For a true professional like myself 20mins was quickly filled with expressive dance, wailing at the lamppost as it represented the Full Moon of Urbanisation and sang a haunting melody using the waste bins for percussion. I knew I had created a masterpiece as the audience just stood there, opened mouth, staring at me as if asking “Why? Why have you made me feel this way… My eyes will never un-see this…”.

My job there was done and I retired to my council penthouse for the after show party and a smorgasbord of Nik-Naks and Baby Bells.

You see, my dears, when faced with a challenge you have a choice. You can choose to let it be an obstacle or be like me, ★Marcus D’Lite★ and see it as an opportunity to let your creative juices burst forth and flood over anyone in the immediate vicinity.

Well that’s it from me tonight, I’m off to open a chilled bottle of Liebfraumilch and settle in front of the telly to watch some Balls flying around a dance floor. Don’t forget to send your questions in for next week’s insight into the phenomenal mind of ★Marcus D’Lite★!

Anon x