I’ve written a play, Kicked in the Sh*tter. Sounds a bit grim, but it's pretty funny.
It is.
That’s the plug over.
When I first wrote this play, I had no idea what I was writing. Or why.
But I soon realised I’d been writing about a world I know well; albeit one so much darker now, than it was when it was mine. The two characters are people I have known. More than that though; they are me, a lot of me; more than I would usually allow. That frightens me…