We are shut in a basement, seemingly unaccompanied by an actor, when out of the darkness comes an uncertain voice – “Hello, hello; is there anybody there?”.
There are other things Angie would rather be doing, but “it’s fine”. Until the day it isn’t.
The chilling words of an advertisement, allegedly published in The Times by Shackleton to recruit men for his Endurance expedition the Antarctic.
When it’s the centre of your universe, doubting the existence of extra-terrestrial life can never be a good thing.
“If there’s one thing I am good at its running away”, pants young Arthur Robinson as he sprints off with a stolen loaf of bread.
“Local man found dead in the town of Danderhall”. They are in the news regularly these days, not their faces of course, but the exploits of the Edinburgh Vigilantes.
In a sandbagged, water-filled and rat infested First World War trench three soldiers wait for the moment when they go over the top.
Yasmin is a smart cookie and has always had a way with words. She is also an angry young woman.
Making their home in the Army Base in conjunction with Army@TheFringe, British/Icelandic theatre company Rokkur Friggjar return to the fringe with a new play set in World War II.
It’s 1937, a time when it was still possible to fall off the radar and simply disappear.