Sometimes it pays to be silly. I've cast the Mighty Boosh in this.
There's a reason I write plays. It's because I'm a terrible poet. Still, I enjoyed this while listening to Absolute 90s.
An abstract experiment that really made me think about the process of putting words on paper. Are we looking for patterns we recognise? Making sense of the chaos? Where does the impulse come from?
So the first day and, remembering John Osborne changed British Theatre by getting angry and writing a stream of consciousness, I just banged this out without thinking.