DECEMBER 2018 - JANUARY 2019
It's 1744 and Charlotte Charke, actress, writer, landlady, grocer, pig-rearer, puppet master, highwayman, transvestite and daughter of the famous actor manager Colley Cibber, is rehearsing for a production of The Recruiting Officer with her company at the James Street Tennis Courts. The self-titled 'nonpareil of the age' somehow finds herself caught up in a misunderstanding and in debtor's jail. Again. Can Charlotte talk her way out of prison, off the streets and back into her beloved theatre?
Shrewsbury, 2014. Captain Plume has returned from Syria under orders to recruit for the continued conflict. He is not confident that the prospect of fighting for the good of Queen and country will be reward enough for the unsuspecting locals, so he has to resort to rather more underhand measures. Whilst there, he encounters his old flame, Silvia, who has rather more to test him with than he bargained for.
Written in 1706, The Recruiting Officer gives a no-holds-barred account of the methods and tactics of warfare. In its scathing satire of the lengths to which those in authority will go to obtain what they want, it finds an easy home in the 21st Century.
The play follows Aisha, an underage girl that was forced by her parents to marry a 51-Year-Old Man when she was at the age of 14. Aisha was sold in exchange for a birde-price. - An act that was justified by certain cultural and religious traditions. The man that she was forced to marry and live with is sadistic and abusive. She is forbidden to leave the house, communicate with the outside world, shower or even bathe herself on a regular basis. Aisha is bound to domestic dutyand forced to submit to anysexual acther husband wishes to bestow upon her.
Jesse is paranoid and he's frightened and it's messing up his relationship, his job, his daughter and his life, but Jesse has every reason to be frightened. From his next door neighbour and the micro-aggressions around why she would vote for Corbyn but could never support Blair, to the dinner party where his slightly left of him liberal mates can't quite grasp the difference between Likkudy foreign policy and the position of diaspora Jews. From his own wife and an argument about a hypothetical circumcision, to a vicious attack in the park that brought them together… Jesse is feeling the sting of rising prejudice in every part of his life.
A collection of interlinked dark tales dealing with modern anxiety and isolation. Whilst exploring such things as mental health, childlessness and the realities of being trapped in a system once sectioned, it maintains humour and hope.
There are eight stories ranging from the strain of trying to find a decent blinkin excuse not to go out, because you just can’t face it (Just how many grandmother’s funerals have you attended this year?) to someone locked away, dying unseen, unable to get out even if they wanted to. The tales are individual pieces but they spider into each other, as they share a commonality of social anxiety. We really are not as alone as we think
His three daughters, who now lead very separate and very public lives, are left with the fallout. As they battle the world’s press, the board members of Preston International and each other, they soon find themselves not only fighting to save the Preston dynasty but to protect everything they know to be true.
In our Kardashian soaked culture of sensationalism, victims’ testimonies are finally being taken seriously and the world is listening. But, this play is not about men like Harvey Weinstein. Anomaly is a war cry for the women who have been left to pick up the pieces.
I mean, I like him very much. Which is similar really. Maybe even the same thing. In fact, it’s almost better perhaps. Yes, better. Because you’re not over-burdened by this need, this paralyzing, distracting need to see them, to hear them, to touch them, to love them. Which is impossible really. It’s impossible to show your love for someone. It’s never enough, neither for them nor for you. You always want more; they always want more. And if ever you fail to show them that one day, that one night that you love them. If they ever for the slightest second feel unloved or less loved … or you feel like that, then this wave of hate just enters you, and occupies you, and roars inside of you until all you can do is hurt the other. And you lose so much time in the process. Time that you could have spent concentrating on you. And all this in the name of ‘Love’ . (… ) Love is a barrier we put in the way of our own health and sanity. I love myself too much to love anybody else.