(Sorry) by King’s Head Theatre


Suzy Sillett wrote this one woman monologue, performed by the utterly believable Louise Bereford.  It’s performed in Assembly’s ‘The Box’ which is four containers ‘glued’ together and placed inside a blast furnace.  Well, it’s not the coolest place in the world other than, of course, what is happening on stage.

In three, maybe four, acts the 20-something (23, then 24 to be precise) millenial Louise Beresford shares her shit millennial life with us.  Well, it’s not complete shit; it’s first world shit, but it’s real, proper, been there, seen that, done that shit.  And it’s probably enough to require the support of a therapist (I think maybe the set – a ring of white paper – is a metaphor for psychoanalysis.  We’re not talking suicide watch here – that would be too easy for the highly skilled Suzy Sillet, and would turn what is a brilliant sharing of life stories into a ‘drama’ and would, I think, have ruined its beautiful simplicity.

Instead we hear about dates, shit friends, loneliness, boyfriends, marriage and dying relatives.  It’s all very real and I found it deeply affecting, having a millennial daughter (two in fact) that have been through this.

So, if you’re in that demographic I think you’ll really engage with a proper grown up examination of an uncomfortable age in uncomfortable times without even the merest  whiff of cliche.

That is what makes it so skilled.  Bravo!


The bastard child of Aaron Sorkin, Frankie Boyle (maybe Jerry Sadowitz) and Martin McDonagh – Ulster American @ The Traverse Theatre *****.

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You know those things Frankie Boyle says that few of us even think?

You know the way Martin McDonagh captures the Irish ‘thing’?

You know the pace and eloquence that Aaron Sorkin brings to TV writing?

This is the mash up.  Kinda.

It’s actually a symbiosis of the three:  1 + 1 + 1 = >3

Written by David Ireland (I HAVE to see more of his work), brilliantly directed by Gareth Nichols and impeccably acted;  no, ferociously acted, by Darrell D’Silva, Robert Jack and Lucianne McEvoy.  This is joyous, mind tingling, laugh out loud, sick to the stomach farce, and political machination brought together in an unholy alliance that led to whoops, cheers and a standing ovation from a sold out Trav 2 audience that were simply blown away by total theatre.

90 minutes passed in the blink of an eye and you could have wrung us out after.

By revealing ANY of the plot would be a spoiler but you’ll never think of Princess Diana the same way again.

This will win every award going.

Island Town opens my 2018 Fringe and Festival. ****

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A good solid opener from Wales in the magic Paynes Plough Roundhouse (I think they tour with it) at the incredible Summerhall.  It’s an intimate 150 seat theatre in the round and this talented young cast made sure their story was shared equally with all the audience.

It starts hysterically and becomes gradually more hysterical as the humour of a life of deprivation loses its lustre and the laughs just aren’t funny any more.

I don’t want to spoil it by hinting at the storyline.  Just go and enjoy it.

Three great performances and an amazingly (in a good way) wordy (Sorkinesque) script by Simon Longman.

I recommend it.