So a long time ago Ben & I (that being me, Louis) decided to write a semi-regular column about improv. More often than not, what started out as well meaning advice would often become toxic bile; and to be honest, Ben was the well meaning one. The Cagney to my Lacey, if you catch my drift. At any rate, the anger fades but the essays remain. For posterity and any personal edification you may gain, we kindly present to you The Painhole.