His Story

His Story

Two time Canadian Juggling Champion Robin Chestnut has been wowing audiences, and making them laugh all at the same time for more than 20 years. Robin’s skills and affable sense of humour have taken him from cruise ships in the Bahamas to capital of Saudi Arabia, to Shanghai, China, and all over Canada, just for following what he loved to do.

His humorous discourse on goal achievement takes a light-hearted look at the self-improvement industry. One leaves the show feeling happy, successful, and above all grateful that they are not a professional juggler.

 

 

Official Biography for your program.

Two time Canadian Juggling Champion Robin Chestnut has been wowing audiences, and making them laugh all at the same time for more than 20 years. Robin’s skills and affable sense of humour have taken him from cruise ships in the Bahamas to capital of Saudi Arabia, to Shanghai, China, and all over Canada, just for following what he loved to do.

His humorous discourse on goal achievement takes a light-hearted look at the self-improvement industry. One leaves the show feeling happy, successful, and above all grateful that they are not a professional juggler.

Don’t read this brief skeleton of Robin’s Life:

It took a strange series of coincidences, cosmic accidents, just the right combination of gases, liquids, solids, lots and lots of grandparents, a glint in someone’s eye, and then circa 1974, Robin was born, finally, you know, as though everyone had been waiting on pins and needles.

A divorce, two re-marriages, one bored step-cousin, and a Klutz Book of Juggling later, and BANG! Robin had a new career at age 11.

Being the youngest of a large extended family, Robin needed something to stand out, get attention, boost his fledgling ego. Juggling fit the bill perfectly. Plus he was cut from every sport’s team he tried out for, so that left juggling. This lead to Robin’s success philosophy: Be an expert at which something that nobody else really cares to be an expert.

Along the way Robin picked up a B.A. (English and Psychology, if you must know, making him perfectly qualified to be a… um, … anyway… you can see where this is going).

Meanwhile at Robin’s day job, with only a year of university left, some cash in the bank, and still clinging to the security of Mom’s basement, Robin was discussing his future with a co-worker, “Pro Juggler or something else? Hmm, can’t decide.”

“You’re a ******* idiot”, she exclaimed, nearly at the top of her lungs. Thank goodness the store was empty. “Why are you here, when you could be a juggler right now?!”

And with that he retired from selling tuxedo rentals, of all the horrible jobs out there, became a juggler, graduated, moved to Teulon, (Manitoba), married a woman who is beautiful inside and out, joined the volunteer fire fighting squad, and at age 33 took up hockey. He currently has two goals on the season, and enjoys creating run-on sentences and non-sequitors, making him uniquely qualified to entertain your audience.

Somewhere along the line, possibly during school years, he became addicted to hearing people laugh. And the juggling show (which is very good by now) became a nice platform to carry out his habit. People mercilessly feed his addiction by A) laughing an awful lot, and B) by paying him increasingly more money to do it.

So now in a curious symbiotic relationship, he finds himself in conference rooms surrounded by people howling with laughter, and after they stand up at the end, some nice man or woman (possibly you at some point) gives him a cheque, which he can exchange for food, books, and golf memberships. Plus the audience gets the best medicine going, and he buys himself more time to figure out why we’re on this peculiar little planet, which strangely supports both lifeand juggling shows.

The only wild card in this little equation is the person trading the cheque for the show. They must be involved in some mass benevolent conspiracy to make people feel happier during their stay on Earth.

You read it didn’t you. You misfit.