Tuesday 27th June

Tonight’s show at Castlemilk Youth Complex was all about the first 20 mins for me. This is the period which I spend running up and down in order to enter tired out from running (as my character in the play does).The first half of the play takes place outside, so at every venue I find myself running up and down like Forrest Gump in a different setting! So in Castlemilk I found myself running up and down outside the front of the Youth Complex. After about five minutes a female voice piped up from an open window “Some c**t’s running up and doon outside!”. Then about five faces poked out of the window, pool cues in hand: “Ho, mister are you somehin’ tae dae wi that play hing back there?” I replied I was, to which one of them asked “Whit the f**k ye runnin’ up and doon fir? Ye nervous?”

Five minutes later a group of about 6 or 7 teenagers swaggered up the hill towards the complex, one of them carrying a laptop blaring music, all of them eyeing me suspiciously as I nervously slowed to a walk. “Look at this c**t here!” said the leader of the group as they made their way round the back of the complex to see what was going on. They looked on vaguely interested at the play for a minute or two before stoting back of round to the front entrance and into the Complex to get on with their evening. What struck me as I watched them walk off was that probably two or three of them were asylum seekers or refugees themselves. Perhaps they’d be interested in the play if they knew what the subject matter was. Then again…perhaps not.

Kenny Harvey-Actor