Laughing Yoga

So, being game for new experiences myself and my partner in crime, who shall be known only as 'That's DeMornay!' went to The Book Club's Laughing Yoga class last night. And boy did we laugh. Not sure we participated in anything which could be classed as yoga however, by any stretch of the imagination.

I'm still a bit unsure whether it was the consumption of wine, or if it was genuinely funny, but we spent the evening drinking, shaking hands with strangers and laughing when prompted (and more so when not). Sounds strange. And it was. But thoroughly enjoyable. And at £5 including a glass of wine it was cheaper than therapy at least.

At one point we found ourselves part of a room full of strangers lying in a circle on the ground belting out the most hearty, hysterical laughter we could generate into the air. It was like something from a Salvador Dali video.

As a result I shall now be laughing to myself now before interviews, client presentations, first dates, weddings and barmitzfas.