A scrap book of inspirations:
One man in his time plays many parts.
Girls' orthopaedic ward, Alder Hey Children's hospital, March 1991
Goody Whemper (May-she-rest-in-piece)
Giorgio Moroder
A photograph of Aberystwyth police yard, late nineteenth century
A hotel room in Staffordshire
The School Performance Information (Wales) Regulations 2011
Y Lle Celf, Eisteddfod Genedlaethol Sir Ddinbych, 2013
I know where I get my ideas from. What I can't answer is why they have come together in the ways that I have. Salvador Dali was wrong when he depicted people as being chests of drawers. That suggests neat compartments. My mind is a junk shop. There is probably a Da Vinci Code and a Bridget Jones: the Edge of Reason there somewhere as there is in any junk shop, and as in any junk shop, probably unread.
All I do know is that, mixed together, slow roasted, and with a little bit of salt, it has become my Dirty Gifted and Welsh play, titled Last Night at the London Palladium. Funny. That show didn't exist when I wrote the play. Now it does. my next play will be about dinosaurs.
I hope you will come and see it at Dirty Gifted and Welsh this Sunday. I am excited. And terrified. And excited. And terrified.
But looking forward. This is going to be one good day.
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