There is a universality in The Drowned Girl, Kelly Jones' personal tribute to her grandmother. The hour long monolog, seemingly written from her younger self, is peppered with pop culture references, supermarket isle clashes and cornflakes. One of Jones' strengths as a playwright is tapping in to these cultural memories, using these shared experiences as anchors for audience members; dead end jobs, gossiping neighbours et al.
Presented simply, this was storytelling…
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