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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2021 8:39:01 GMT
Returning from a long hiatus on this forum to say I have a play on in London and throw it out there in case any theatre board members might fancy a fringe theatre outing. Don't Send Flowers is a dark comedy about love, friendship and loss...with a lot of cake thrown in. Personally I call it the 'cake or death play' (to paraphrase one Eddie Izzard) The official blurb: Grace is in therapy because her father is dying and she’s not handling it well. Joanne is in therapy because she’s dying, and also not handling it well. Louis is in therapy because his work told him he has to be. A chance encounter in a waiting room causes them to strike up a friendship with each other, and although cake is not a cure for cancer, it turns out to be exactly what the doctor ordered. Tickets here
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2021 9:13:25 GMT
Cool. Hope it goes well.
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Post by NeilVHughes on Aug 27, 2021 9:37:29 GMT
Nice to hear from you again, hope it goes well, will see if I can pop along, dates not conducive, will need some juggling.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2021 10:21:25 GMT
Cheers both! honestly at this point it feels like a miracle to get anything on stage so an audience is a nice bonus!
p.s hope all is well with everyone in theatreboard land.
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Post by lynette on Aug 28, 2021 15:03:18 GMT
BRAVO!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2021 10:53:43 GMT
Cheers Lynette! (sorry only just seen this!) |
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Post by Someone in a tree on Aug 30, 2021 16:05:06 GMT
Welcome back xx
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Post by Steve on Jul 31, 2022 13:56:18 GMT
The new "Angels in America" book reminds me I did see this, at the White Bear Theatre, about 11 months ago, in its second to last show. Got to be quick as the Abba Show begins in 15 minutes.  I forgot to write about it cos there were no upcoming performances to recommend, but I did enjoy it, so I'll just say so now I remember. Some spoilers follow. . . Basically, Joanne, a nice version of Phoebe Waller Bridge (Kathryn Haywood), all horsy huffy and intelligent and witty, caustic but not nasty, was dying of cancer, and she and her absolutely detestable rude up-himself brother fall for the same woman. The opening annoyed me, as said horrible brother easily seduced said woman, even though it was in a therapy waiting room in the middle of the mask frenzy, and even though he came on to her like Harvey Weinstein on a bad day! (Of course, the play predated the Pandemic so my initial irritation was unfair lol). What I loved about the production was that the dying woman was so matter-of-fact and funny and witty about the hell she was going through. And I also loved how the playwright found something redeemable in said horrible brother, who really grew on me as I came to understand why he was so horrible. Sometimes you read forthright accounts about people who are dying, and your heart breaks, and my heart broke for this loveable central character, Joanne, in much the same way. The play was a funny but never forced play about death, and what we do as we approach it, who we love and how we remember. Lovely really. Kathryn Haywood was incredible as Joanne, and if you ever wanted to scam an audience that they were in the presence of Phoebe Waller Bridge, you'd just need her to show up and talk, she really is the spitting image, but you'd need to ask her to be just a bit meaner. 5 minutes till Abba. 4 stars from me.  |
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