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After he breaks the news about Tommy and threatens to demolish Andy's beloved library, he sentences the starving and half-mad Andy to isolation for another month, just to think about it. There are two kinds of characters in that movie: characters who never heard of Brick Top and characters who are terrified of him. Any the synopsis of this movie simply does NOT do Akkerman justice. You have to see his caring, respectable, humanist behavior prior to the final act to take it all in. Every single thing was an act.

An act which got innumerable amounts of people killed. All so he could steal their heirlooms and melt them or sell them. That's fucked up. If he were ever real, he's won his place in Hell as Greed, solely for the lengths he was willing to go for so little at a time. Sign In Don't have an account? Two more strokes and be ready to seize him! Keep up, friend! I fear a pat from it very much more than I do the water. These words were delivered in so calm and self-possessed a tone that all concern for the swimmer was set at rest.

Drawing in our oars we faced round to have a look at him. The drift of the boat had brought us so close that he could have grasped the gunwale had he been so minded. What would our blessed mother have said could she have seen it? My whole kit gone, to say nothing of my venture in the voyage! A pair of long arms shot out of the water, and in a moment, with a lithe, snake-like motion, the man wound himself into the boat and coiled his great length upon the stern-sheets.

Very lanky he was and very thin, with a craggy hard face, clean-shaven and sunburned, with a thousand little wrinkles intersecting it in every direction. He had lost his hat, and his short wiry hair, slightly flecked with grey, stood up in a bristle all over his head. It was hard to guess at his age, but he could scarce have been under his fiftieth year, though the ease with which he had boarded our boat proved that his strength and energy were unimpaired.

Of all his characteristics, however, nothing attracted my attention so much as his eyes, which were almost covered by their drooping lids, and yet looked out through the thin slits which remained with marvellous brightness and keenness. A passing glance might give the idea that he was languid and half asleep, but a closer one would reveal those glittering, shifting lines of light, and warn the prudent man not to trust too much to his first impressions.

I once swam from Gran on the Danube to Buda, while a hundred thousand Janissaries danced with rage on the nether bank. I did, by the keys of St. Take my advice, young men, and always carry your tobacco in a water-tight metal box. As he spoke he drew a flat box from his pocket, and several wooden tubes, which he screwed together to form a long pipe. This he stuffed with tobacco, and having lit it by means of a flint and steel with a piece of touch-paper from the inside of his box, he curled his legs under him in Eastern fashion, and settled down to enjoy a smoke.

He neither joined in our merriment nor expressed offence at it, but continued to suck away at his long wooden tube with a perfectly stolid and impassive face, save that the half-covered eyes glinted rapidly backwards and forwards from one to the other of us. May we ask whom it is that we have picked up? There are but nine betwixt me and an inheritance. Who knows? Small-pox might do it, or the plague! I am sure that it was he who trained the nine-pounder on me when I was in the water.

It came near enough to part my hair. He was always a good shot with a falconet or a mortar-piece. He could not have been hurt, however, to get down from the poop to the main-deck in the time. There was a pause after this, while the stranger drew a long knife from his belt, and cleaned out his pipe with it. Reuben and I took up our oars, and having pulled up our tangled fishing-lines, which had been streaming behind the boat, we proceeded to pull in towards the land. You are certain we are not going to France? We have a mast and sail there, I see, and water in the beaker.

All we want are a few fish, which I hear are plentiful in these waters, and we might make a push for Barfleur. I have a knife, and you are unarmed. The question now is, Where are we to go? I faced round upon him with the oar in my hand. A notable simile, and one in every way worthy of that most witty of mankind, Samuel Butler. I sat down beside him with the knife in my hand. I believe that you are right, and that he is nothing better than a pirate. He shall be given over to the justices when we get to Havant. Are you a kinsman of Joseph Clarke, the old Roundhead of that town?

Look at this, lad! Look at this! Three-and-twenty lives and liberties are in my hands. Ah, lad, invoices and bills of lading are not done up in that fashion. It is not a cargo of Flemish skins that is coming for the old man. The skins have good English hearts in them; ay, and English swords in their fists to strike out for freedom and for conscience. I risk my life in carrying this letter to your father; and you, his son, threaten to hand me over to the justices!

For shame! I blush for you! The letters are to those from whom they expect sympathy, and notify when and where they will make a landing. Now, my dear lad, you will perceive that instead of my being in your power, you are so completely in mine that it needs but a word from me to destroy your whole family. Decimus Saxon is staunch, though, and that word shall never be spoken. Ye might have taken me to where excisemen or others would have wanted to pry and peep, and so endangered my commission.

Better a voyage to France in an open boat than that. If you are indeed a true man, you will meet with a warm welcome; but should you prove, as I shrewdly suspect, to be a rogue, you need expect no mercy. What is it the old man says? All this time Reuben had been swinging away at his oars, and we had made our way into Langston Bay, down the sheltered waters of which we were rapidly shooting.

Sitting in the sheets, I turned over in my mind all that this waif had said. I had glanced over his shoulder at the addresses of some of the letters — Steadman of Basingstoke, Wintle of Alresford, Fortescue of Bognor, all well-known leaders of the Dissenters. If they were what he represented them to be, it was no exaggeration to say that he held the fortunes and fates of these men entirely in his hands. Government would be only too glad to have a valid reason for striking hard at the men whom they feared.

It was well-nigh dark when we beached the boat, and entirely so before we reached Havant, which was fortunate, as the bootless and hatless state of our dripping companion could not have failed to set tongues wagging, and perhaps to excite the inquiries of the authorities. My mother and my father were sitting in their high-backed chairs on either side of the empty fireplace when we arrived, he smoking his evening pipe of Oronooko, and she working at her embroidery.

The moment that I opened the door the man whom I had brought stepped briskly in, and bowing to the old people began to make glib excuses for the lateness of his visit, and to explain the manner in which we had picked him up. His tunic was made of coarse sad-coloured kersey stuff with flat new gilded brass buttons, beneath which was a whitish callamanca vest edged with silver. Round the neck of his coat was a broad white collar after the Dutch fashion, out of which his long scraggy throat shot upwards with his round head and bristle of hair balanced upon the top of it, like the turnip on a stick at which we used to throw at the fairs.

In this guise he stood blinking and winking in the glare of light, and pattering out his excuses with as many bows and scrapes as Sir Peter Witling in the play.


I was in the act of following him into the room, when Reuben plucked at my sleeve to detain me. Be mum as to all that you have heard. When I returned to the sitting-room I found that my mother had hurried into the kitchen, where the crackling of sticks showed that she was busy in building a fire. Decimus Saxon was seated at the edge of the iron-bound oak chest at the side of my father, and was watching him keenly with his little twinkling eyes, while the old man was fixing his horn glasses and breaking the seals of the packet which his strange visitor had just handed to him.

I saw that when my father looked at the signature at the end of the long, closely written letter he gave a whiff of surprise and sat motionless for a moment or so staring at it. Then he turned to the commencement and read it very carefully through, after which he turned it over and read it again. Clearly it brought no unwelcome news, for his eyes sparkled with joy when he looked up from his reading, and more than once he laughed aloud.

Finally he asked the man Saxon how it had come into his possession, and whether he was aware of the contents. As to the contents, your own sense will tell you that I would scarce risk my neck by bearing a message without I knew what the message was. I am no chicken at the trade, sir. It may serve until his own are dried. My boots, too, may perchance be useful — my riding ones of untanned leather. A hat with silver braiding hangs above them in the cupboard.

See that he lacks for nothing which the house can furnish. Supper will be ready when he hath changed his attire. I beg that you will go at once, good Master Saxon, lest you take a chill. Let us pray, my friends! It seemed as if he had cast off his manner with his raiment, for he behaved to my mother during supper with an air of demure gallantry which sat upon him better than the pert and flippant carriage which he had shown towards us in the boat.

Truth to say, if he was now more reserved, there was a very good reason for it, for he played such havoc amongst the eatables that there was little time for talk. At last, after passing from the round of cold beef to a capon pasty, and topping up with a two-pound perch, washed down by a great jug of ale, he smiled upon us all and told us that his fleshly necessities were satisfied for the nonce.

This body of mine bears the mark of many a cut and slash received for the most part in the service of the Protestant faith, though some few were caught for the sake of Christendom in general when warring against the Turk. There is blood of mine, sir, Spotted all over the map of Europe.


Some of it, I confess, was spilled in no public cause, but for the protection of mine own honour in the private duello or holmgang, as it was called among the nations of the north. It is necessary that a cavaliero of fortune, being for the greater part a stranger in a strange land, should be somewhat nice in matters of the sort, since he stands, as it were, as the representative of his country, whose good name should be more dear to him than his own. My backsword play hath been thought well of by stout men of war. God forgive me that my heart should still turn to such vanities.

Was there not a Scotsman, one Storr or Stour? Storr of Drumlithie. I cut him nigh to the saddle-bow in a skirmish on the eve of Dunbar. So Dicky Rumbold had not forgotten it, eh? He was a hard one both at praying and at fighting. We have ridden knee to knee in the field, and we have sought truth together in the chamber. So, Dick will be in harness once again! He could not be still if a blow were to be struck for the trampled faith. If the tide of war set in this direction, I too — who knows?

Might it not be that he too should strike in this quarrel? My son Micah, as I understand, hath picked you out of the waves. How came you there? Decimus Saxon puffed at his pipe for a minute or more in silence, as one who is marshalling facts each in its due order. There was no war waging save only some petty Italian skirmish, in which a soldier could scarce expect to reap either dollars or repute, so I wandered across the Continent, much cast down at the strange peace which prevailed in every quarter. At last, however, on reaching the Lowlands, I chanced to hear that the Providence , owned and commanded by my two brothers, Nonus and Quartus, was about to start from Amsterdam for an adventure to the Guinea coast.

I proposed to them that I should join them, and was accordingly taken into partnership on condition that I paid one-third of the cost of the cargo. While waiting at the port I chanced to come across some of the exiles, who, having heard of my devotion to the Protestant cause, brought me to the Duke and to Master Rumbold, who committed these letters to my charge. This makes it clear how they came into my possession. I had asked my brothers to put into Portsmouth that I might get rid of these letters, on which they replied in a boorish and unmannerly fashion that they were still waiting for the thousand guineas which represented my share of the venture.

To this I answered with brotherly familiarity that it was a small thing, and should be paid for out of the profits of our enterprise. Their reply was I that I had promised to pay the money down, and that money down they must have. I then proceeded to prove, both by the Aristotelian and by the Platonic or deductive method, that having no guineas in my possession it was impossible for me to produce a thousand of them, at the same time pointing out that the association of an honest man in the business was in itself an ample return for the money, since their own reputations had been somewhat blown on.

I further offered in the same frank and friendly spirit to meet either of them with sword or with pistol, a proposal which should have satisfied any honour-loving Cavaliero. Their base mercantile souls prompted them, however, to catch up two muskets, one of which Nonus discharged at me, and it is likely that Quartus would have followed suit had I not plucked the gun from his hand and unloaded it to prevent further mischief. In unloading it I fear that one of the slugs blew a hole in brother Nonus. Seeing that there was a chance of further disagreements aboard the vessel, I at once decided to leave her, in doing which I was forced to kick off my beautiful jack-boots, which were said by Vanseddars himself to be he finest pair that ever went out of his shop, square-toed, double-soled — alas!

If you will permit me to use your house for a while, I shall make it my headquarters. Shall we then put up a hymn, and retire from the business of the day?

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He took it with him, he explained, as a precaution against Persian ague, contracted while battling against the Ottoman, and liable to recur at strange moments. I left him in our best spare bedroom, and returned to my father, who was still seated, heavy with thought, in his old corner. Nay, perhaps I had best sleep the night upon it, and read it tomorrow when our heads are clearer. May the Lord guide my path, and confound the tyrant! Pray for light, boy, for my life and yours may be equally at stake. On pushing at his door, I found that it was fastened, which surprised me the more as I knew that there was neither key nor bolt upon the inside.

On my pressing against it, however, it began to yield, and I could then see that a heavy chest which was used to stand near the window had been pulled round in order to shut out any intrusion. The man Saxon was sitting up in bed, staring about him as though he were not very certain for the moment where he was. He had tied a white kerchief round his head by way of night bonnet, and his hard-visaged, clean-shaven face, looking out through this, together with his bony figure, gave him some resemblance to a gigantic old woman.

The bottle of usquebaugh stood empty by his bedside. Clearly his fears had been realised, and he had had an attack of the Persian ague. What did you fear, that you should take such a precaution? Your father was, as I have heard, a strong and a fierce man when the blood of youth ran in his veins; but you, I should judge, are in no way behind him.

Know, then, that the bearer of papers of import, documenta preciosa sed periculosa , is bound to leave nought to chance, but to guard in every way the charge which hath been committed to him. True it is that I am in the house of an honest man, but I know not who may come or who may go during the hours of the night. Indeed, for the matter of that — but enough is said. I shall be with you anon. It may be that I have been used to better, but they will serve my turn.

The camp is not the court. As he had withdrawn his head, however, entirely beneath the bedclothes, there was nothing more to be said, so I descended to the lower room, where I found toy father busily engaged fastening a new buckle to his sword-belt while my mother and the maid were preparing the morning meal. I might be of use at a pinch, but, alas! I am not the same swordsman who led the left troop of the finest horse regiment that ever followed a kettledrum.

The Lord hath given, and the Lord hath taken away! Yet, if I am old and worn, there is the fruit of my loins to stand in my place and to wield the same sword in the same cause. You shall go in my place, Micah. Let not your mother know too much, for the hearts of women are soft. When Abraham offered up his eldest born, I trow that he said little to Sarah on the matter. Here is the letter. Know you who this Dicky Rumbold is? So faithful was he — faithful even to slaying — that when the army of the righteous dispersed, he did not lay aside his zeal with his buff-coat.

He took to business as a maltster at Hoddesdon, and in his house was planned the famous Rye House Plot, in which so many good men were involved. It is a vile invention of the malignants that these men planned assassination. What they would do they purposed doing in broad daylight, thirty of them against fifty of the Royal Guard, when Charles and James passed on their way to Newmarket. If the royal brothers got pistol-bullet or sword-stab, it would be in open fight, and at the risk of their attackers.

It was give and take, and no murder. He paused and looked inquiringly at me; but I could not truthfully say that I was satisfied, for an attack upon the lives of unarmed and unsuspecting men, even though surrounded by a bodyguard, could not, to my mind, be justified. There he found that many enemies of the Government had gathered together. Repeated messages from England, especially from the western counties and from London, assured them that if they would but attempt an invasion they might rely upon help both in men and in money.

They were, however, at fault for some time for want of a leader of sufficient weight to carry through so large a project; but now at last they have one, who is the best that could have been singled out — none other than the well-beloved Protestant chieftain James, Duke of Monnmouth, son of Charles II. There are those who say that Lucy Walters was a lawful wife. Bastard or no, he holds the sound principles of the true Church, and he is beloved by the people.

Let him appear in the West, and soldiers will rise up like the flowers in the spring time. He paused, and led me away to the farther end of the yard, for the workmen had begun to arrive and to cluster round the dipping trough. The Duke of Argyle is to command a separate expedition, which will set the Highlands of Scotland in a blaze. Between them they hope to bring the persecutor of the faithful on his knees.

But I hear the voice of the man Saxon, and I must not let him say that I have treated him in a churlish fashion. Here is the letter, lad. Read it with care, and remember that when brave men are striving for their rights it is fitting that one of the old rebel house of Clarke should be among them. I took the letter, and wandering off into the fields, I settled myself under a convenient tree, and set myself to read it. This yellow sheet which I now hold in my hand is the very one which was brought by Decimus Saxon, and read by me that bright May morning under the hawthorn shade.

I give it to you as it stands;. Hasten, then, to testify to thy own faith, that in the day of trouble ye be not found wanting. Ferguson, Major Elphinstone, and others. To these we would fain have added Locke and old Hal Ludlow, but they are, as those of the Laodicean Church, neither cold nor warm.

There he hopes to raise five thousand Campbells, and to be joined by all the Covenanters and Western Whigs, men who would make troops of the old breed had they but God-fearing officers with an experience of the chance of fields and the usages of war. Ayloffe and I go with Argyle.


This long letter I read very carefully, and then putting it in my pocket returned indoors to my breakfast. You shall come with me as consort, though, and stand to and fro in the offing, or sink me if I stir a step. Weston-Davies believes the man was showing strong signs of schizophrenia by the time he met and fell in love with Elizabeth. He could not be still if a blow were to be struck for the trampled faith. I looked at my watch, but that had stopped. Suddenly, however, the child reappeared, well and cheerful, with a strange story to tell.

It is likely that our feet may he upon Scottish ground before thy eyes read these words. I cannot name the spot lest this letter miscarry, but thou shalt hear anon. I have written to all good men along the coast, bidding them to be prepared to support the rising. The King is weak, and hated by the greater part of his subjects.

It doth but need one good stroke to bring his crown in the dust. Monmouth will start in a few weeks, when his equipment is finished and the weather favourable. If thou canst come, mine old comrade, I know well that thou wilt need no bidding of mine to bring thee to our banner.

Should perchance a peaceful life and waning strength forbid thy attendance, I trust that thou wilt wrestle for us in prayer, even as the holy prophet of old; and perchance, since I hear that thou hast prospered according to the things of this world, thou mayst be able to fit out a pikeman or two, or to send a gift towards the military chest, which will be none too plentifully lined.

We trust not to gold, but to steel and to our own good cause, yet gold will be welcome none the less. Should we fall, we fall like men and Christians. Should we succeed, we shall see how the perjured James, the persecutor of the saints with the heart like a nether millstone, the man who smiled when the thumbs of the faithful were wrenched out of their sockets at Edinburgh — we shall see how manfully he can bear adversity when it falls to his lot. May the hand of the Almighty be over us! Let her read Timothy chapter two, ninth to fifteenth verses.

This long letter I read very carefully, and then putting it in my pocket returned indoors to my breakfast. My father looked at me, as I entered, with questioning eyes, but I had no answer to return him, for my own mind was clouded and uncertain. That day Decimus Saxon left us, intending to make a round of the country and to deliver his letters, but promising to be back again ere long. So unexpected and loud was the explosion, that both my father and I sprang to our feet; but Saxon, whose back was turned to my brother, sat four-square in his chair without a glance behind him or a shade of change in his rugged face.

As luck would have it, no one was injured, not even Hosea, but the incident made me think more highly of our new acquaintance. Fortunately, however, the curiosity of the country folk did but lead them to cluster round their doors and windows, staring open-eyed, while he, pleased at the attention which he excited, strode along with his head in the air and a cudgel of mine twirling in his hand.

He had left golden opinions behind him. My mother he had taught how wimples are worn amongst the Serbs, and had also demonstrated to her a new method of curing marigolds in use in some parts of Lithuania. For myself, I confess that I retained a vague distrust of the man, and was determined to avoid putting faith in him more than was needful. At present, however, we had no choice hut to treat him as an ambassador from friends. And I? What was I to do?

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It was more fitting that I should go than he. But, on the other hand, I was no keen religious zealot. Papistry, Church, Dissent, I believed that there was good in all of them, but that not one was worth the spilling of human blood. James might be a perjurer and a villain, but he was, as far as I could see, the rightful king of England, and no tales of secret marriages or black boxes could alter the fact that his rival was apparently an illegitimate son, and as such ineligible to the throne. Who could say what evil act upon the part of a monarch justified his people in setting him aside?

Who was the judge in such a case? Yet, on the other hand, the man had notoriously broken his own pledges, and that surely should absolve his subjects from their allegiance. It was a weighty question for a country-bred lad to have to settle, and yet settled it must be, and that speedily. I took up my hat and wandered away down the village street, turning the matter over in my head. But it was no easy thing for me to think seriously of anything in the hamlet; for I was in some way, my dear children, though I say it myself, a favourite with the young and with the old, so that I could not walk ten paces without some greeting or address.

Then, when I had persuaded these young rompers to leave me, out came Dame Fullarton the widow, with a sad tale about how her grindstone had fallen out of its frame, and neither she nor her household could lift it in again. What matter if the man can throw me, or I him? You are as much out of your place as a vintage wine at a harvest supper. The whole of broad England, and not the streets of Havant, is the fit stage for a man of your kidney. What have you to do with the beating of skins and the tanning of leather?

It is but a small thing, but if wisdom could show in the scales it would weigh down many a library. You shall have it when I have finished it, tomorrow mayhap or the day after. A good man is Master Locke. Is he not at this moment a wanderer in the Lowlands, rather than bow his knee to what his conscience approved not of? The day is coming, I fear, when every man will have to choose betwixt his beliefs and his freedom. I am an old man, Micah boy, but I may live long enough to see strange things in this once Protestant kingdom. Were James driven from the throne, the Commons of England in Parliament assembled would be called upon to name his successor.

The carpenter stroked his white beard and pondered for a while. I hold, therefore, that should the exiles make such an attempt, it is the duty of every man who values liberty of conscience to rally round them. And you, my son, the pride of the village, what better use could you make of your strength than to devote it to helping to relieve your country of this insupportable yoke? It is treasonable and dangerous counsel — counsel which might lead to a short shrift and a, bloody death — but, as the Lord liveth, if you were child of mine I should say the same.

So spoke the old carpenter with a voice which trembled with earnestness, and went to work upon his plank once more, while I, with a few words of gratitude, went on my way pondering over what he had said to me. I had not gone far, however, before the hoarse voice of Solomon Sprent broke in upon my meditations. He had a blue suit of broadcloth trimmed with eight rows of buttons, and breeches of the same material with great bunches of ribbon at the knee. His boot was so wide that he might have had his foot in a bucket, and he wore a cutlass at his side suspended from a buff belt, which passed over his right shoulder.

What would ye say, now, were I about to sling my hawser over a little scow, and take her in tow? A wench, man, and as tight a little craft as ever sailed into the port of wedlock. When thou is the wedding to be? You have got out of your channel, and are in shoal water.

I never said as how I was betrothed. What think ye, heh? I should say though that you had best speak to her from your heart, in plain sailor language. Phoebe Dawson it is, the sister of the blacksmith. Let us work back and have a drop of the right Nants before we go. I have an anker newly come, which never paid the King a groat. Well, mayhap you are right. Throw off your moorings, then, and clap on sail, for we must go. Would you let this crazy old hulk go into action, and not stand by to fire a broadside?

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It was later the New Oxford American Dictionary word of the year for Hammersley also built, and currently runs, the website for the Serpentine Gallery in London. A regular columnist, occasional blogger and frequent event organiser he's recently founded theShowcase conference series and has come over all retro as the publisher of a new magazine project for the creative industries, launching in March Following an early career in publishing, Michelle has worked in the digital learning sector for the 11 years, which has included stints at the BBC and major commercial e-learning providers.

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Myra Hunt Myra has been working in digital media since the mid s. She has an MSc in E-Commerce and prior to working in new media worked in academia, market research and journalism. The livelihood of five women in a shirt factory in Buncrana, County Donegal is threatened by a recession. Desperate times call for desperate measures and surprising even themselves, these five women find the strength and spirit to stand up for what they believe to be right.

With rapier sharp wit and huge heart, these women pull together as one and take on the might of big business that is just beginning to rear its ugly head. As their protest continues the woman learn more about each other and themselves as they explore their anger, courage and compassion. He took inspiration from his grandmother, his mother and aunts who all worked in the local shirt factories. This stirring, funny and moving play celebrates the strength and vivacity of Irish working women in the face of adversity.

Greasepaint Productions is a voluntary amateur community arts group which is based in Buncrana, Inishowen, County Donegal. The finale for digital arts festival, Imagine Create, will take place in the beautiful surroundings of The Playhouse. The festival will combine forces with Ireland's leading electronic music festival, Celtronic, to present three of electronic music's leading lights, Mary Anne Hobbs, Phil Kieran and Boxcutter, on one dancefloor.

She continues to DJ at the world's best clubs and festivals as well as programming festivals such as Sonar and Bloc. This set in Derry will feature one of her flawless DJ sessions, where rhythm is the theme but not the only ingredient: expect to find dubstep, UK funky, techno, hip-hop and all points in between. Cutting his clubbing teeth at Shine in Belfast, Phil now has over dancefloor releases to his name on quality labels like Skint, Soma and NovaMute. This year he has been busy recording a huge schedule of music about to be released on Cocoon, Snork, Electric Deluxe, Sci-tech and Gigolo.

Phil has also found the time to program his own imprint Phil Kieran Recordings. His next album The Dissolve, shows him moving more decisively into the second category. It's packed with hazy textures, hip-hop style beats, and even the occasional electric guitar, though tracks like "Allele" and "Moon Pupils" show he's still got a bit of of rave left in him.

A Time to Speak is a remarkable story of endurance during the Holocaust. After the war, she settled in Belfast and became active with the Lyric Theatre. Her struggle to survive amidst the carnage of Hitler's Final Solution is told with wit and a controlled anger, which never displays itself in rancor or censure. Helen died a short time ago and so this presentation acts as a fitting tribute to an extraordinary survivor. Joan McCready, who made such a deep impression with Urbana patrons when she played Lady Gregory in Coole Lady, brings her deep sensitivity and powerful emotional range to this extraordinary testimony.

A Time to Speak has been adapted and directed by Northern Ireland native, Sam McCready, internationally respected actor, director, and writer. Don't miss this hilarious and odd show with all the original group, made up of professional actors, with a well tested pedigree in live sketch comedy. Micky Bartlett is one of the fastest rising comics in Northern Ireland. He's also been a smash hit at Belfast's Empire comedy club as well as a host of venues all over the North.

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He certainly is one to watch. Particularly on stage. The Playhouse stage. At the date listed above. That'd probably be a great time to watch him. The story of General Othello, his love for the beautiful Desdemona, and their tragic downfall at the hands of the scheming and manipulative Iago. This Bruiser adaptation is Bare-knuckle Shakespeare for None of Shakespeare's script is modernised, yet those who might be fearful of the Bard will find this gritty, breathless two-hour drama exhilarating and relevant!

A Glasgow based four piece that brings a vibrant new sound to the world of Jazz. Working without a traditional rhythm section, Brass Jaw creates a performance that is truly unique in sound and direction. This sixteen piece big band from Dublin features vocalists Sinead Conway and Kevin Morrow and are under the musical direction of Michael Nielsen.

The band will feature big band classics, and will have a guest appearance by trumpeter Linley Hamilton. This event will be a treat for lovers of the big band sound. The Chet Baker Story gives accounts of Bakers early success, his drug addiction and decline and his comeback. The Derry Playhouse Spring Craft Fair provides a platform for the best Irish craft artists and designers to showcase their work to a local and national audience.

On show will be an array of contemporary craftwork created by local Irish makers. This event will combine the highest quality craftsmanship from artists who have great consideration of materials and techniques and the ability to adopt a local approach to the sourcing of materials. The Playhouse Spring Craft Fair is a great event, so don't miss it!! This event is part of the Jazz Festival. For further information contact Elaine at the Playhouse on T: or E: elaine derryplayhouse. This exceptionally talented twelve year old was born in Slovakia and now lives in Limerick, he has been playing guitar since he was four years old, he will be accompanied by his father Bandi on guitar David Lyttle drums and Michael Janisch bass.

He has been invited to perform at many of Europe's top Jazz Festivals this year including the prestigious Brecon Jazz Festival. Trumpeter Jason Palmer is slowly becoming one of the most in demand Jazz Musicians of his generation. Join Alice on her magical adventure as she chases the White rabbit back in time on a fantastic spiraling journey into Wonderland. Watch her change in size in this dream-like shadow adaptation inspired by the famous tale by Lewis Carroll.

But beware the Queen of Hearts or you might just lose your head! The rock musical inspired by and partially based on Giacomo Puccini's Opera La Boheme tells the story of a group of impoverished young artists and musicians struggling to survive and create in New York's Alphabet City in the thriving days of the Bohemian East Village.

The New Yorker noted that although Jonathan Larson was far from the first composer to attempt the marriage of rock and the Broadway musical, did applaud him on the notion that he may have been the first to succeed. All members volunteer their time and services in order to provide a facility for the local community, thereby giving a wide age range of adults and children an opportunity to showcase their talents.

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Teenagers from different communities will show the most popular dances in the city from the s until now. The participants got the opportunity to grasp an insight into performing arts and what it means to work as an artist. During four months the young people were provided with dance workshops first in their own youth clubs, going on to rehearsals at The Playhouse as a neutral venue. As the show is about history and stories we organized intergenerational meetings in order to support the understanding within the generations. Come along to the live podcast recording of this brand new panel show The Movie Quiz.

Featuring five of the best comedians from the North West playing against each other in a battle of film knowledge. Brand new for - don't miss this great night's craic! Do you have scripts or parts of scripts you would like to try out with other writers? Part of a stage play you've written, scenes from a screenplay or radio drama? It is a place to receive constructive feedback. This will be an active 'on the floor' event. The idea is that you get extracts from the piece you are working on to Sole Purpose Productions, who will photocopy them for distribution on the day.

You must send a MAXIMUM of four typed pages to us in advance of the day, to include a five-line synopsis of the work and the extract s you want to use in the Lab. Your work will then be 'stood up', under your direction, by actors who are associates of Sole Purpose Productions. To attend the conference or for more information contact Elaine Forde ICAN co-ordinator, on 0 28 or email elaine derryplayhouse.

This event will celebrate the achievements of all the What IF? The event will be attended by the participants, family, friends and invited guests, representatives, project partners and the Mayor of Derry. Click here to read more about the What IF? Click here to view a video of the What IF?

Or click here for the What IF? Bebo page. Life is full of surprises. Old friends never let you down. First love never dies. We carry our secrets to the grave. Believe all that, and you'll believe anything! Thomas, a middle-aged man down on his luck, disillusioned, is content to while away his wasted life in death's waiting-room, listening to music, talking to the radio, and fighting with gangs of teenagers that disrupt his nights.

Who does Billy think he is, turning up at his front door after all this time, begging favours, anxious to rewrite his life story? And that the Hell's he doing, bringing Emma back into Thomas' life? All soldiers share secrets. That's the nature of violence. What's the big deal about one long forgotten accident in a bloody catalogue of tragedy? You can't be responsible for everything. And sometimes, death can be least of your worries. Directed by Carmel McCafferty and performed by Deigh Reid, this wonderfully written one man play is full of humour and deeply moving moments that looking at the hazards of modern parenting.

Not to be missed! He and Jeanie have always believed in being frank with their children about matters of sex, but when his daughter stumbled into their bedroom during her parents' love-making and then cheerfully recounts the details next day at school, Eddie finds himself investigated by social services. Voluntarily exiling himself from home, he finds life without his family unbearable. He decides to "kidnap" his children for a day's outing to the beach but it goes awry when Katie's little school friend turns up unexpectedly.

Arrested, he is finally released without charge and is restored to his family, but must then suffer the vilification of neighbours and workmates, until Jeanie finds a solution. Gregory has just set up his own business for the first time, at the height of the Troubles. But when a group of local women and several other characters fast become his best customers, he starts to wonder what they're doing with all those brew kits A street pageant based on the life of their patron St Columba will come to Derry's Guildhall square to mark the 30th anniversary of Columba Community of Prayer and Reconciliation.

The Community have joined forces with the Playhouse Theatre and the University of Ulster choir to bring the colorful pageant based on the life of their patron St Columba to the outdoor stage. Over local schoolchildren will take part in the colorful pageant on Thursday June 9 from 4pm - 6pm. Sophie Shiels is a final year student at Magee University with a major in voice. She started singing publicly at the age of seven and has been performing ever since. Sophie's heart has always been in mission, helping the needy and that has, up until now, manifested itself locally.

Sophie will travel to Mozambique, South Africa this summer from July 22nd to August 9th to live and support an orphanage of children who each have their own unique story to tell. Each missionary has to raise 2, Sophie will use the talent God gave her to perform with guests providing an evening of entertainment as a fund raiser and is hoping you come and support her. An opportunty to meet, share knowledge and build partnerships with like-minded festival organisations from the community, culture and arts sector. Click here to book your place. A young man prepares to go to war in Afghanistan.

He is leaving his country and his community in order to serve and protect it.


Following in the footsteps of his grandfather and great grandfather who fought in the First and Second World Wars. He is proud to follow in those footsteps, but what will this war hold for him? Written by Jonathan Burgess and produced by The Cathedral Youth Club, this short one-act play looks at the reality of war as young men depart in service of their country and the impact that this can have on the community left behind. Follow two characters in the local magistrates; One is awaiting his verdict and she is awaiting her vindication. One has a history of offences and the other has a clean record.

Who would you deem to be a threat to society? Calling all young, time-travelling Artists for the Playhouse Centenary Celebrations! Tots, Children, and Teens of the North West. Playhouse Summers Arts Festival Children aged - Teens aged - Family Discounts are available. Places are limited so book early to avoid disappointment. Full Payment confirms place. An unruly bunch of bright, funny sixth-form boys in pursuit of sex, sport and a place at university.

A maverick English teacher at odds with the young and shrewd supply teacher. A headmaster obsessed with results and a history teacher who thinks he's a fool. In Alan Bennett's The History Boys, staffroom rivalry and the anarchy of adolescence provoke insistent questions about history and how you teach it; about education and its purpose. FaceDown BootsUp Productions, a new Derry-based theatre group present their debut show, a comedy with meaning.

Post conflict Northern Ireland comes to the stage in this new play about truth recovery, posttraumatic stress and personal and community identity. Three West Belfast brothers and their immediate family meet at the christening of one of their children. Haunting them is a secret unspoken action from the past. A fresh look at The Pygmalion legend from a gay perspective, Galatea sees Harry, a middle-aged painter, develop a "liking" for Eli, the young model who poses for him. Georgie, Harry's long term partner, is a bit jittery. This clever and entertaining play is about love, loyalty, infidelity, marriage, class and art.

The cast are trainee actors associated with The Rainbow Project, a support organization for the gay community. Supported by Headliners. There will be a wine reception at 7. All are welcome. In county Donegal, home of the famous Irish singer Daniel O'Donnell, two forty something fans Vera and Anna have travelled to see the man of their dreams perform.

After the gig as evening draws in the two return to an empty hotel room with nothing to face but the biological clock as it ticks towards the bewitching hour. A magical young waiter appears to bring music and tonic for Vodka causing Vera and Anna to realise that life doesn't have to end when HRT begins. In receiving The if.

He is the author of several books, including co-writing the recent bestselling Facts About Pandas and the forthcoming Facts About Sharks. David has toured his own solo shows around the world and performed alongside comedians such as Demetri Martin, Rich Hall and Flight of the Conchords. His last stand up show Somewhere Over the David O'Doherty received 5 star reviews at the Edinburgh Fringe and dealt with, among other things, bicycles, Shakira and the idea of happiness. His comedy provides plenty of belly laughs as well as offering unique insights into the corrosive effects of division and sectarianism.

Colin Murphy is back with his latest collection of observations, frustrations, nonsense and whatever else might happen on the night. The Mercy Seat was among the first major theatrical responses to the September 11, attacks. Set on September 12, the play concerns Ben, a man who worked at the World Trade Center but was away from the office during the attack - with his mistress Abby who is also his boss.

Expecting that his family believes that he was killed in the towers' collapse, Ben contemplates using the tragedy to run away and start a new life with his lover. The play is a nonstop output of high-octane emotion and has been a critical success since its debut. Claudia Bernardi is an internationally known visual artist who works in the fields of human rights and social justice.

She is an artist who has witnessed monstrous atrocities and unspeakable human tragedies, yet speaks of these horrors in ways that communicate the persistence of hope, undeniable integrity, and necessary remembrance. A triple bill of Irish comedians, featuring His sheer originality and overwhelming talent guarantee that there is no other performer like him. Jarlath Regan: Jarlath wanted to be a comedian his entire life. It's a good thing he got fired from his last office job or he never would have realised it.

Five years, three sell-out Edinburgh Fringe shows and two best selling books later and his audiences couldn't be happier he's on stage and not behind a desk. The critics have called his brand of on the money observational humour a form of "comedy genius" The Irish Times. Paul started off doing sketches on RTE's seminal late night satire Nighthawks, before landing a small role in Name of The Father, and appearing twice in the smash-hit comedy classic Father Ted. In this one-woman comedy show, Zocorro recalls the memorable year she entered the Rose of Tralee, creating the biggest scandal in the history of the competition!

Zocorro is a Spanish testosterone-fuelled Nanny who dreams of becoming the next Rose of Tralee. She tackles the giants of nannying Foxrock children, hospitals, leprechauns and Ryanair. She will sacrifice love and bare whatever is necessary to achieve her goal: to be crowned the Rose of Tralee, and win the keys to the Volvo that come with it. Can a surprise random urine test shatter her dreams? More info about The Big Tickle Festival click here. Award-winning Penny Dreadful cordially invite you to enter the Etherdome. Take your seats for this darkly funny, true tale of 's America, where carnival-sideshows meet live bluegrass It's the start of the so-called Scientific Age, major surgery including amputation, heart surgery - and tooth extraction - is still carried out with only a stiff whisky or a stick to bite on.

In a fairground tent, alongside tea-leaf fortune-tellers, an amazing discovery is made by accident. But who actually made it? Winning entertainment" TimeOut. The musical charts the five year relationship of a husband and wife, Jamie and Kathy. Kathy's narrative begins during the divorce and works backwards. Husband Jamie's tale commences just after they met and moves forward.

A great story, one we can all relate to and an outstanding score sung by the best in showbusiness. Peter's voice is worth the price of the ticket alone! This amateur production is presented by arrangement with Josef Weinberger Ltd. Culture Night will see cultural venues across the City of Derry open their doors for a programme of entertainment, discovery and adventure. Joining 20 other towns and cities across Ireland and beyond, the newly crowned UK City of Culture for will off er access to an amazing array of late night cultural activities.

Explore our cultural city in a new light and take part in an exciting and evocative programme of events for you, your family and friends to enjoy. For more information click here. The Playhouse will also be offering a night of free tours and talks for you, your friends and your family to enjoy. The feature documentary "Acting Together on the World Stage" highlights courageous and creative artists and peacebuilders working in conflict zones. It features theatrical works and rituals that reach beneath people's defenses in respectful ways that support communities to configure new patterns of meaning and relationships.

Glengarry Glen Ross is the story of four Chicago salesmen-Levene, Roma, Moss, and Aaronow-and their supervisor, Williamson, who work together selling undesirable real estate at inflated prices. The play takes place at the end of a month in which the bosses of the company, Mitch and Murray, have declared a "sales contest": The salesman who clears a certain high dollar amount will win a Cadillac, and the two salesmen who perform worst will be fired. A chalkboard is used to keep track of each man's sales.

Roma, who makes good sales, is the top man on the board, but the other three are all having trouble and getting increasingly worried. A screening of the award-winning feature length film based on Shakespeare's Macbeth and set in the fictional Burnam Prison. Mickey B tells the story of one prisoner's quest for power through betrayal, violence and murder and the insanity and death that results.

The film was shot in Northern Ireland's Naghaberry Prison and features 42 charachers played almost entirely be prisoners and prison staff. The Evening screening will be followed by a debate- 'Can prisoners become educational role models for youth and risk? Meade has just returned from a cross country USA tour that saw him in packed out houses in Las Vegas, Atlanta, Salt Lake City, and Boston where he was described as "a sensation", "hilariously funny", and " He reveals with incredible accuracy the thoughts of those around him, despite never having claimed to have any psychic ability, yet still he proves he can both read and influence the thoughts of those around him to astonishing effect.

David reveals secret pin numbers and passwords, plays a side-splitting game of Russian roulette, and predicts the most random choices and decisions an audience will make. Think you're a good liar? Any audience member who can lie to David successfully WILL win a substantial sum of money, in cash, on the spot. Their performances are an enticing cocktail of dynamic Irish dance-music, soulful airs, evocative songs and their own striking compositions, spiked with shots of hot jazz, bluegrass and baroque and served up with exhilarating versatility and inventiveness and "subversive wit".

Virtuoso playing I go back to Stephen Foster" Bob Dylan. Based on the life of the 'father of American popular song', Kind Hearts and Gentle People is a fascinating look at a songwriter who has become the stuff of legend in America, but whose roots begin in Ulster. These songs, which all feature in the production, remain popular over years after their composition.

He is also one of the North West's forgotten famous sons; his ancestors emigrated from the port of Londonderry in the 18th century. Written by playwright Peter McDonald [The Green Room, Five Years Time] and directed by Anne McMaster [Sad Silence of Snow, Noir], Kind Hearts and Gentle People is a tale of the triumphs and tragedies that encompass the life and times of a songwriter who, despite passing away over a decade before the invention of sound recording, a long career in music that is still cherished today.

Subtitled, 'A comical look at being cared for,' this hour-long special for Grandparents' Day follows the adventures of two of the Primville housing development's senior citizens, outspoken Alice and her censorious neighbour Joyce, as they go about their daily business of growing old disgracefully. Cooking with Elvis is an explosively funny shock to the system and definitely not for the prudish!

A tragic farce about domestic turmoil, sex, loss, regret First performed in , winning accolades from audiences and critics alike at the Edinburgh Festival, writer Lee Hall of Billy Elliot fame , gives the script a wicked, darkly comic feel, combining pathos and humour, making this thoughtful romp hotter than an Elvis hip swivel! On Sunday April 14th, the Titanic, the greatest ship in the world, slipped below the frigid waters of the Atlantic. Yet Bruce J. Ismay, managing director of the White Star Line, stepped into a lifeboat and sailed away from the stricken ship, sailed away from his passengers, sailed away from the cries and screams and tears.

Was he a coward Local writer Ken McCormack pens a spine chilling night of spooky tales for the scariest night of the year. This spooktacular night follows on from several sell-out performances at The Playhouse and the hauntingly beautiful surroundings of Prehen House. It is All Souls' Night when the dead traditionally return to their home hearths. All Souls Night is a powerfully moving drama of greed, superstition and poverty. Premiered in , it has remained a staple of Irish theatre, has been performed across the world and is the play that inspired the late J.

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Centre Stage Theatre Company is pleased to mount this, the first professional revival for 20 years to celebrate the centenary of Joseph Tomelty's birth. Set on the shores of Strangford Lough, it deals with the tragic events in the home of John Quinn, an illiterate fisherman, his ambitious son and his miserly wife, whose greed caused the death of their youngest son and will ultimately destroy them.. Colin Carnegie directs, John Leslie designs, and Roma Tomelty and Gordon Fulton head the usual strong Company of Ulster actors in this not to be missed production of a play universally acclaimed as an Irish Classic.

The Playhouse yarn spinners will bring a brand new series of ghastly tales of things-that-go-bump-in-the-night to the chilling rural manor house for one night only. Bring your family dressed up in their finery to hear creepy local tales of the supernatural and enjoy a monstrously delicious light spooky supper. Following their recent successful eleven date tour of Ireland they will be in The Playhouse to mark the forthcoming release of their fourth studio album 'Pencaitland'. This new dynamic play explores the issue of underage drinking through the eyes of Jenni, a thirteen year old, who wants to be like everyone else.

Her mother notices a change in her daughter's behaviour and feels powerless to do anything about it.

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A glass of wine helps. Suddenly everything changes. This play will tour widely to schools in Derry Londonderry and the North West throughout November The project is supported by Derry City Council. Sole Purpose Productions is a professional theatre company based in The Playhouse. It uses the discourse of imagination to investigate social and public issues. In scenes of high comedy and moments of profound pathos, Lizzy Bennet, Emma Woodhouse, Marianne Dashwood and many more, fall in love, alienate their friends and commit notorious improprieties.