moon jellyfish at the horniman. good for nothing but a dance

at the brown tate

As before. This one took place at the Arts Council Christmas Party. Again at the Shunt Vaults. Nigel Barrett is a bad santa.

Very simple this. But my idea. You read from The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky until someone takes over from you. Fun abounds. Or that's the idea, and on its first outing here at the Shunt Vaults beneath London Bridge Station (a member's bar currently... very big... this, believe it or not, is a side room) it went very well. We almost got to the end of the book, a two-hundred page long letter from a Russian dancer of world renown struck down by prophecy in the 1920s. All real. Well worth a read.

It is my showreel. It was all put together by the excellent Steve Hore. And fans of the perfomer James Rawlings will be pleased to see that, counter to Steve's advice, I've left far too much footage of him in towards the beginning. This is not James Rawlings' showreel however. It is mine. But it's a bit random though. I mean, I can do normal as well. Also, rather gallingly, Myspace have chosen to freezeframe my parts, which is why this isn't appearing more prominently on my profile. But there really is nothing I appear to be able to do about that. CV, mugshots and voicereel can all be seen and heard at http://www.uk.castingcallpro.com/simon.kane Enjoy.