In Carrickmacross Holy Family Hall. Hey, from little acorns! Written by yours truly. Just in my way now, to see my brainwaves represented on stage. This really could be one of those pivotal life moments: if this gets savaged I really may never write again. On the other hand, dreams of a big-shot talent scout in the audience thinking that this play is the buisness would rock my freakin’ world. Time to go see. Wish me luck!
Best of luck. Just keep an eye out for an Orangutan in the front row with a bag full of peanuts.