"Get me the fuck off this plane
Or allow me to remain humane"
Following on from the success of The Me Plays at the Old Red Lion and in/out (a feeling) here at the Hope earlier this year, Andrew Maddock's The We Plays reaffirms his status as an exciting new playwright and one with an innate appreciation of what a monologue can do. The We Plays is made up of two stories, with two directors, but united by Maddock's understanding of what it means to be young but not necessarily sorted in contemporary society.
Cyprus Sunsets reintroduces the character of Me, a young man larging it from the minute we walk into the room as he sets off on a trip to the Mediterranean island, loaded with far more significance than we might ever suspect; Irn Pru is told from the perspective of none other than Prucilla Elizabeth Ally McCoist a Wee Dash of Salt N'Pepa Leigh, a feisty Glaswegian battling a tough job market among various other demons that gradually reveal themselves.