NARRATOR:       If I may? I know this story well. SFX SEA SOUNDS AND WIND. NARRATOR TELLS THE STORY IN THE STYLE OF A RECITATION It is December the 6th, 1940, off the coast of Donegal. The Steam Ship Stolwijk…

An actor playing Hamlet, takes his final bow, and exits stage left, pursued by a bear. Into the blue-lit backstage he strides sweat beaded, exhilarated, to his dressing room he retires smoking a cigarette. A telephone message left before to call…

Owl hoots… I haven’t heard them in a long time. Where I grew up there were two old elms. They were just stumps after the ravages of Dutch elm disease, but being hollow and tall, the owls used to nest…

I did a thread a while ago, but it probably got lost in the Twittersphere, so I thought I should and could do something a little more reasoned and readable. Goethe apparently said, “Divide and rule, the politician cries; unite…

I’m enraptured and gleeful to be funded by the Arts Council for another year of theatre making in the communities of the North West. This year, I’ll be working with the people of Arranmore, looking to create a community play…

Where do you start? Where do you find words to describe the scale of human tragedy? “Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without…

I’m sending a case of Mr. Matey bubble bath to the children of Aleppo, So they can splash in soapy water, like my kids did, all those years ago. I’m covering the case in bubble wrap, to protect it for…