My name is Jenny Wynter. Nice to cyber-meet you!
I’m a comedian, cabaret performer, improviser, writer, Clown Doctor in training and mother of three.
In other words, I divide my life between strutting around onstage like the egomaniac I am, dolled up and trying to win the love of complete strangers…
…and wrangling kidlets, looking gloriously unkempt while doing so, usually covered in eight different brands of breakfast cereal and/or looking like a mushroom defiantly growing in a giant pat of cow-shit.
I USED to blog on here about living massively ridiculous dreams with kids in tow, about my adventures in comedy while working on cruise ships and doing the festival circuit. Then my marriage broke up, my Mum got sick, I quit comedy for a while to be with her until she died and then – probably not surprisingly – found myself in the middle of a personal crossroads. So I did the logical thing and auditioned to be a Clown Doctor. It’s changing my life.
So NOW I think I’ll be blogging on here about life, love, improv, humour as a therapeutic tool, kids, grief, death…it’ll be one big emotional party.
All the “how to do a great blog” advice says to find your niche and be good at it. But I can’t pretend to be focused right now when I’m not. What I can promise you here is my heart will be spilled in various ways on the cyber-page. That’s it.
Now please, make yourself at home.
Now, if that isn’t enough tittilating blather about myself, then from here you may embark on an adventure of the choose-your-own variety. You can opt for either:
–the professional bio, resplendant in all its oozy, gory detail; and/or
–the extremely unprofessional bio, seeping with all the brutality of a tortured youth.
If you’re still wanting more of me then please, join the queue behind my overlooked children.