Weird Belfast: The Musical.
I'm in the theatre. Well, I'm not. I'm typing this on my laptop. But the words are taken from my notebook which I was writing in while at the theatre, so when I say I'm at the theatre, at the time of writing I was. I think its important to be clear. I'm in the theatre and its a theatre I've never been to before. I used to write plays. I used to be a sort of playwright. I was in the theatre business. I used to review plays as well. I was ace face on the scene. But here, today, I know nobody. Here in this church hall, where a giant wooden eagle looms down on the audience, I don't know a single person. Most of the people here are older than me - a rare treat these days - the rest are agitated, dragged-along children. I'm sitting in a pew drinking a bottle of Asahi, while the band tinkle through some ambient vamping. It's nice. There seems to be a melodica, like some Mark Hollis off-cuts. Which is a massive compliment as far as I'm concerned. I us...
