Angry Now at the Royal Court last Friday was great fun. This was the evening of twelve short (five mins) plays from members of The 50, this Court/BBC bursary I'm on. I've managed to mislay the programme so can't alas match writer with play in a full run-down, but there was an astonishing energy to the pieces, a cumulative power. Themes ranged from sexual impotence to dodgy drivers, taking in child poverty and disaffection with New Labour along the way. If I had to choose a favourite it would be between Tim Price's Sell Out Generation and Samreen Masood's play, I think it was called I'd Do Her. The sexual impotence one was a knockout too - ten scenes in five minutes. Someone remind me whose play that is!
Just finishing the HMS Belfast play for schools, before turning to the thing I'm writing for next month's Miniaturists. Yes, it's that time again. I'm cheating a little bit by adapting a short story. It's by my friend Merin Wexler, and it's the title story in her collection The Porno Girl. It's a comic tale about a Manhattan woman with post-natal depression who finds solace in going to peep shows. The other writers on the bill are all terrifically accomplished - Penny Black, Moira Buffini, Judith Johnson and Elizabeth Kuti.
Also, tomorrow is the first preview of NIGHT-LIGHT, the show I've scripted for Out Of Inc. I haven't seen a run yet so I'm excited, intrigued, curious, all that. But not apprehensive. They're good at what they do, Camille and Sinead.
Played snooker today against the King's Cross club champion, Matthew. Each frame, after some initial sparring, I could put my cue to one side and act as referee, re-spotting the balls and counting Matthew's points. I didn't mind, he's a joy to watch.