At Spark events you will hear personal stories not by professional storytellers but by anyone with a great story to share. Expect to be surprised and moved.
Passion can only mean one thing…”the suffering and death of Jesus” obviously or…to be fair…far more likely, a quick kiss at an office Christmas Party or the slow and lingering decline of all your dreams, hopes and aspirations as you sit behind a desk watching another Kardashian climb the Forbes list.
When you think about it, the word encompasses everything from the mundane to the completely inexplicable, so whether it’s a collection of ceramic frogs, or being presented with a restraining order or climbing mount Everest we want to share our stories and hear your stories about Passion.
Not everyone has a passion, maybe you have been affected by someone else’s passion or cannot stand the word, join us this month. We hope to make you laugh, cringe and maybe even cry and hopefully share our Passion for storytelling.
Show up with a story, or just to listen. The rules are simple: the story must be true, about you and can only be about 5 minutes long.
Charley surveyed the crowds of waiting commuters gazing up at the Euston train station departure boards and hoped a spontaneous flashmob dance would erupt. It was too early for that. I like to think it broke out as soon as we left for our platform. Our team of three, Charley as host, Dave on sound […]Read more… Spark London
Our theme of “Family Ties” for December was intended to open up the possibility of some seasonal stories but it transpired that Christmas didn’t actually feature at all. The evening looked to be an interesting one for me, as my entire family were going to be present. I am used to my sister attending Spark […]Read more… Spark London
It had been a strange day in London. Like most of the country we had been affected by hurricane Orphelia as it swept in from the South-West. instead of high winds we were bathed in a peculiar soft orange light, as sand swept up from the Spanish peninsula put a filter over the sun. It […]Read more…
'This prison warden comes in and says. I bet you're the black sheep of your family. He wasn't wrong.'— Radliffe Royds