Twiddling thumb(s)...

... is the name of my first evening cabaret program. The highlight of the show will be when ONE audience member will be permitted to twiddle my thumb at the end.

At this point I’d like to pay tribute to a 9 year old girl at an evangelist primary school in Saxony. I asked the class what they thought I couldn’t do on my own. “Get dressed on your own,” said a boy in the back. Another: “Drive a car?” “Catch a ball” said a third. Then a dainty young girl slowly raised her hand and I squatted down in front of her to hear her properly. “You can’t twiddle your thumbs,” she said. Hells bells ... she was right. As a reward I showed her that my thumb was also too thick to pick my nose. The girl said, “you’re very funny” to which I replied, “And you have very good ideas.”