A (Very) Short Play

BOBBY and KENNY at the bar.

BOBBY                     It’s my round. Do you remember Marcus? Marcus? Tall bloke. Always a hit with the ladies. Do you remember?  Had his own flooring business. Very successful. He’d have a laugh with us. Always had a laugh.  A real joker. What was it he’d call you? Everytime. Everytime he saw you. What was it? You’d blush like ketchup. In front of everyone. Ha. Sharp one was Marcus. Do you remember him?

KENNY                      I remember.

BOBBY                       Everytime he saw you. Died, week last Thursday. Dropped dead in the street. Do you remember him? Dead, just like that.

KENNY                      You’re sure?

BOBBY                       Awful isn’t it?

KENNY                      Put your money away, I’ll get this round.

END.

Meat at Theatre503

I’ve been working on a play. For…well it seems like a fair old while. Now it’s to be staged. In a co-production with FallOut Theatre and Theatre503. I am excited. I could be nonchalant and try to play it cool. But why? Actually. Excited isn’t the word. I’m going to have to think up a new word to describe how whatever-it-is I am. But I am. Very much so.

Meat by Jimmy Osborne

Directed by David Aula

“Sometimes I don’t even remember being there. Wake up at the end of my shift. Only part of my brain working is the bit connected to the knife.”

Vincent works in a meat processing factory. When the local lads erupt, things get out of hand and Vincent becomes a vigilante. As the violence from his workplace blazes through the streets, Vincent has to choose to fight for his town or for the woman who was once the love of his life.

More info at Theatre503.

Sound Designer Ed Lewis

Set Designer James Cotterill

Fight Director Alison De Burgh

Casting Director Annie Rowe

Image by Max Avdeev

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All These Moments Will Be Lost

When the play finishes. What are you left with? Memories. Hopefully surprises. You’ve realised something you hadn’t before. You’ve changed in some small way. Maybe some fleeting meaning that you feel in your gut rather than words in your head. Possibly a little sadness that it’s ended?

I’m not talking about the audience.

Before the play’s on you’ve been in rehearsals with the director and cast. Some of whom you’ve met only briefly before. Maybe never. Suddenly you’re locked in a confined space together. For hours on end.

This Sounded Much Better In My Head

A magazine round these parts asked me to write an article about writing.  So I have. Here it is.

It starts with an idea. Sparked by…the news. A song. A conversation. Whispers overheard on the bus. Or maybe a walk in the woods. Sitting in the bath. A memory. From years ago. That held no significance. Until now.

You write it down. You’re giddy. This is going to be amazing. Glory awaits. You read it back.

Oh. 

Queen of Denmark

John Grant -  It’s Easier. This song has me in bits.

Been writing a short play – a love story. Had this album on loop while I was scribbling. A belter. Particularly this song. The play is far better for the music.

Little Pieces of Love

8pm, 12 February – Southwark Playhouse

I’ve got a short play on. Transmission. Part of the Little Pieces of Love showcase at the Southwark Playhouse. It’s 8 short plays. About love. Obviously. Otherwise it would be called something else.

TRANSMISSION

No method of contraception can provide 100% protection against pregnancy, STIs or love.

Writer – Jimmy Osborne. Director – Tom Hughes. Cast – Nora Wardell (Coral) & Patrick Warner (Spike).

http://southwarkplayhouse.co.uk/events/little-pieces-of-love/

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