#quizoola24
So I woke up this morning and, thanks to twitter, I realised that today was the 24 hour Quizoola show at SPILL, from Forced Entertainments, and one of the first things that came into my head was "now there's a show that was R&D'd in Guantanamo." Seriously. TWENTY FOUR HOURS. I can't concentrate on one thing for 24 minutes.
So I got out of bed and did a day of stuff. Payed a cheque in and went to a show, dyed my hair, watched Jonathon Ross. And still people on twitter were talking about Quizoola. I had a glass of wine by this point. SPILL were streaming the live feed on their website. A few people tweeted the following: "What is an ideal world?" "It's like the Ideal Home Show but bigger." Forced Ents are the only company whose show I genuinely feared I would fall asleep in the middle of, but I couldn't NOT look at this feed. For one thing, live webcasts almost never work. They're an internet car crash. But the last 90 minutes of Quizoola have been one of the most compelling things I've ever seen. It was funny, frivolous, personal, engaging, unexpected, human. "What is a hole?" "Have you ever dug a hole?" "Did Lenin and John Lennon ever meet?" "How much money is in your bank account?" "Which living person do you love the most?" "I was an ill child. I had some heart troubles. I was in hospital but I could walk and everything. So they sent me for an x-ray and they said 'can you walk there on your own?' and I said 'yeah' but I got in the lift and I must've gone to the wrong place because i got in the lift but I ended up in a sort of basement. I walked out of the lift but had this, this shaky thing. There was a woman who asked me if I was okay, and I said 'no I'm not really' so she was a bit panicky I suppose and she got me a wheelchair and took me to have my x-ray. They told me to sit on the floor. When you're having a panic attack you should sit on the floor and hold onto something. That helps." That's all I'm cpaable of blogging right now. I accidentally got drunk and have been overwhelmed by the power of the simplest idea. Time matters. Things get bigger. They grow. I wish it was still happening. I wish it was one of life's constants. I wish that when life was getting on top of you and you were panicking, you could sit on the floor, hold onto something and switch your phone to Quizoola mode to listen to some questions about life.
