Five women and one man gather in the gymnasium for their weekly yoga class. All are seeking that true balance with the world that comes about when the intellect, the emotions, the will, and the body are in harmony; all seeking emotional, props to get them through the day. “When I stand on my head I sometimes think ‘Good, now my life will fall out and I’ll be able to see what’s there…”
‘Yoga Class works beautifully, the exchanges between the characters given added meaning by soliloquy and aside, and bursts of song that seem just right…’
Jon Holliday South Wales Echo Oct 1981
‘Monstrous Regiment, who have clearly worked hard on their Yoga, handle this gentle material with characteristic sensitivity and concentration.’
Ros Asquith City Limits Nov 1981