Morose Mondays Strike Back!

Has it been that long since last we met?  A whole week since my last post - apologies to you all I know you were so eager to read more about me and my interesting musings, but its far more interesting to see how far afield my readers dwell from Angola to China, Japan to Slovenia people have spend their time reading this blog.  With that in mind I shall try to limit the anglocentric form it appears to have taken and attempt an international feel for the blog.   Feel free to subscribe to the blog by clicking what should be a follow button at the top of the page - feel free to share the amusements with your fellow men and women.  

To business - and Morose Mondays - Part 4.

Having an interest in the performing arts I felt it proper to include a related post.  This week I bring you the unfortunate passing of Jean Baptiste Poquelin or Molière as he was better known.  Molière was the comedy giant of his day - approved by Royalty, loved by the masses and frowned upon by the religious establishment  he was a consummate performer.  

Molière- No Laughing Matter?

Poor Molière met his demise in the performance of his play titled 'Le Malade Imaginaire' roughly translated as The Hypochondriac.  The character he played was as the title suggests one who had a overwhelming anxiety regarding ones health, Jean gave the performance of a lifetime.  Coughing so convincingly that it actually brought on a fit of coughing and hemorrhaging.  At first nobody believed that he was dead, rather that his commitment was so immense that this was the intended effect.  Nobody suspected he had become the victim of pulmonary tuberculosis, at least no one could accuse him of being dead pan (geddit?).  There we have it, a renaissance Tommy Cooper - died doing what he did best - inducing laughter and committed to the show until the very end.

His life eventually became the subject of a film Molière 2007, though I can't promise it will be a barrel of laughs...

Until next time you lovely people.