Thursday, 10 July 2014

Grime and Brecht and Cutting off my Fringe to spite my festival

I am racing south further and further away with only a Comic Con T and a bottle of water for company... the Midlands a distant memory and looming ahead the sea, the sea. I am sure I used to know something about the theatre but now only the wind in my hair and the deeper grime flowing through my veins....

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