Mid week (again), 'lets go out tonight' conversation, but a quick check at our local Clapham Picturehouse, did not spring up anything interesting as we seen the decent ones already. So quick look at the Soho Theatre and up jumped this.
As usual, never heard of it, but looked interesting, and tickets quickly secured.
Top floor theatre, three floors up, with Clash/Cure pumping out, about 40 patrons.
What followed over the next hour was Luke Wright through poetry, verse, dialogue, and words, words, words, telling the story of Frankie Vah in the years of 1981- 87
By himself, a couple of props and at least 20,000 words. (an amazing achievement in itself)
Couple of nice coincidences, saw John Cooper Clarke two months earlier, a neighbour was on the Greenham Common women's defence, and I was wearing my Doc Martins (and a blue suit).
It was visceral, it was emotional, and such great and convincing delivery.
After seeing the great Bryan Cranston's performance at the National Theatre a few weeks ago, this was up with it but even better.
Top marks Luke, I was glad I shook your hands afterwards.
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