The Walworth Farce.

 It’s 11 in the morning in a council flat on the Walworth Road in London. In two hours time, as is normal, three Irish men will have consumed six cans of Harp, fifteen crackers with spreadable cheese, ten pink biscuit wafers and one oven cooked chicken with a strange blue sauce. In two hours time, as is normal, five people will have been killed.

I saw this tonight at the Sydney Theatre Company. It was amazing, but I left feeling sad and slightly disturbed. I wanted him to walk through that door so badly and my stomache clenched when he closed it. I felt gutted and I shed a tear. That's why I love theatre.

I miss mum and dad.