She’d gone to mime school. She said they bullied her there. I asked what sort of assignments do you get at mime school. Mime an orange? Mime indifference. Its not like that. Its a lot of working out, of building the upper body and slimming yourself down, pushing your muscles into any position. Alot of time spent in front of the mirror.

I thought miming was dead. An antique art invented for silent cinema that surround sound had killed. Death by stereo. No and Yes. It was very difficult to make a living miming. It was very competitive. There she was, an imitation, staring at herself day in day out. Mi, me, me.

She chewed down a celery stick.

Do you ever see a fat mime?