It probably would have been a pretty standard story, seeing you, for the first time in a year. I'd undoubtedly have ignored you for most of the night and then found a way to make sure we were the last two people to leave. We'd have a final catch up; a final drink, maybe, then leave, hoping that that would be enough closure to walk away from you for the final time. I'm better now. I, can, walk away from you. You know, would, have walked away from you, had we not been locked into the pub for six hours because some tosser in the bar down the road decided to hold thirty-five people hostage. Thirty-five people hostage for fifty K. Can you imagine that? I think I'd at least demand a hundred, just for the effort. Anyway, if there's one thing that's going to make you forget any awkwardness with an ex-partner, it's the fear of a shooting just down the road, right? This astute, yet tender two hander from Mimi Monteith (SONDER, Two Of A Kind) takes an intimate look into the final moments of letting someone go. This, highlighted alongside a horrific hostage situation just a few doors down, allows Monteith's writing to explode in a pressure cooker of unbearable internal and external tensions.| 9 Nov 20 to 13 Nov 20 | The Vaults Inner London, Greater London Performance Details => Venue archive |
