I'm really ill at the moment, so the last thing I wanted was for my Sunday night to be spent watching a gay Spainish man show me his ball bags and someone with serious learning difficulties doing a spazzy dance. But if I wanted peace I shouldn't have gone to the Battersea Arts Centre.
I was there to perform with other members of UK Theatre Company Knavish Speech, in a short excerpt of a new show we're working on called "BED". We were not the only ones performing however...
We were butressed by a man who seemed wrong in the mind and played a tape of himself saying one thing while his body did the opposite; this went on for 10 minutes and created such a pained willingness in the audience for the car crash to end that I'm surprised we didn't have a happening.
After us came the aforementioned Latino, who started well enough, ie: fully clothed and very witty but by the end was stark bollock baked and showing us his scrotum and talking about having metal objects being rammed deep inside him.
Who said British theatre is dead?