3 October, 2011
Two men – one black, one white – shackled at the wrist. In the background, the waxing howl of prison dogs, meaning Wes and Vaughan need to patch their ancient rift, and run as a single animal. That’s the crux of Luminous, my short play playing here. Come see them run.
And for those brave souls still running in the Times challenge, a black-and-white ordeal of a different stripe, then this forum legalises direct blabbing, hardcore begging, verbatim solutions and other conspiracies. So grab your pen and tackle Monday’s 9124, which looks a spritzer.