“When my country, into which I had just set my foot, was set on fire about my ears, it was time to stir. It was time for every man to stir.” – Thomas Paine I land in Philly sweaty. My brother drives me to his house. Now my fate to be in cars. Not my…
When wars happen we learn the names of cities like now Americans learn the names of people killed by cops Bryansk Kursk Voronezh If Heisenberg is right and the nature of the observed is changed by the act of observation then maybe we are doing some good but maybe we are just getting buzzed on…
Playing TODAY until 30 August anywhere any time.
“Cathartic and challenging” Louise Penn
“Startlingly honest” Helen Tope
“Risks a certain douchebag quality” RM
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In early January I couldn’t stop listening to Alison Moyet’s song This House whenever I was in my kitchen. Over and over. Something in my body and my nervous system needed to hear it. It’s a weird one. While it was happening I knew that my body was looking for something and there was no…
Once upon a time there was a 53-year-old American lady who was living one week in a charming coach house on her friend’s property and one week in her own house on Fendon Road, switching out on the occasion of lockdown divorce, and the unliveableness of being in the same house as someone who had…
So while the storm rages around me I am very happy to report that Recovering Misogynist is coming together. And now deep in the third-ish draft I have defaulted into the music of Aretha Franklin and the SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA COMMUNITY CHOIR. And I really think –not at all in a lame way in an Angels…
My deal is that I’m a recovering misogynist. When the Harvey Weinstein stuff happened I only felt sorry for him. I felt really sorry for him. I couldn’t believe he was getting in trouble. I realised I had no empathy for the victims, in fact, in my mind I even had trouble considering them victims.…
This play was born of a blog post on October 15, 2017, the day that many people in the world became familiar with #metoo. It has been through several iterations, kindly sponsored by Cambridge Junction, Pulse Festival, Arts Council England, and Park Theatre. I spent a lot of time making it less about me but…
I am writing 28 plays in 28 days and my prompt was to write about a dream and I played with two dreams I had back to back in 2011 and I called it The Sea Wall and the Bungalow: THE SEA WALL AND THE BUNGALOW SCENE ONE – THE SEA WALL A concrete…
This new year is going great so far. I deleted Facebook from my phone. I am sick to death of the whole damned narrative we are trapped in and I have to exit and look for a new one. We are so tribal and scripted now. We feel so constrained and powerless in our actions.…