Thrasher

Here is a preview of the review I am writing. Incidentally, those two words are pronounced differently.

Conor McKee?s ?Thrasher? seemed even from the foyer to be fit the Royal Exchange Studio?s image of being slightly ?younger?, and edgier than what one might expect to find in its theatre space. The woman queuing in front of me at the box office certainly seemed to think so; she looked relieved on behalf of my friend when he was told there were no more tickets available. ?Thrasher? had sold out to a very specific audience, the type that does not need to ?enjoy? a play as long as they get to discuss it afterwards. With this in mind, ?Thrasher? certainly delivered what it promised: a challenging play, available to be discussed with cast, writer and directors after the show. I admire the idea of Exchange to engage with an inquisitive audience, and ?Thrasher? did provide plenty of discussion, but I cannot help but think that McKee probably wrote it after a very long break-up; it was not the happiest of plays to watch.

I definitely need to edit it (and write many more words etc), but it was too sunny to do too much (voluntary) work today.

Nice day wandering Manchester with Jamie. I'm fairly surprised I haven't been to the Manchester Museum since I was 16. It has lizards and frogs and such. And this sperm whale skeleton. Debating, followed by a theatre trip-alone as the Mancunion could only get one free pass, but it was a press pass, which was quite exciting. It was nice to be at the Royal Exchange so soon after deciding I wanted to see more theatre in Manchester.