This is a musical play by the talented Belt and Braces Roadshow Company which deals with the leader of a wartime strike at Betteshanger colliery in Kent. The life of a fictionalized strike leader is traced from his arrival in Kent through his successful leadership of the strike and on to his postwar carreer.
(abridged) A few hundreds yards away from Buckingham Palace, at the bottom of the Duke of York steps down among the cream-coloured pillars of the Mali’s Regency terraces, is, maybe, the last place you’d expect to find people celebrating the 50th anniversary of the General Strike.
(abridged) THE GOOD WOMAN OF WAPPING Wapping is a relatively small, well-defined area of London on the north bank of the Thames beside Tower Bridge. Once it was a tightly-knit community of dockers and their families. In the last ten years it has been devastated. As dock work has been phased out of the upper […]
There has recently been a growing militancy within the union. Because of the weakness of the union which was unprepared for the new conditions and for monopolization within the industry, pay and conditions are still backward for the overwhelming majority of members. [...]
There are two ways of running professional theatrical enterprises. The first and much the older, is associated with the world’s most famous theatrical companies,, such as the Coinedie Frangais in Paris, the Burgtheatre in Vienna, the Moscow Arts Theatre, the Old Vic in London. This system involves a permanent producing organization that controls a theatre […]
When the two men had gone, she looked through the photographs again before putting them back. “Not bad for a woman of forty-six,” she smiled. “They are like me, there’s no denying that.” She looked round the room for a mirror, but there wasn’t one. “These damned decorators. Poor Michael, no wonder he never uses […]
In bygone years she had been intolerably nervous before a first night. She had felt slightly sick all day and as the hours passed got into such a state that she almost thought she would have to leave the stage. But by now, after having passed through the ordeal so many times, she had acquired […]
Dinner was to be at seven, the concert from eight to ten, supper from ten to eleven. At five minutes to eight a procession with umbrellas, mackintoshes and overshoes set out for te racket court, which could not-be approached except on foot. Once arrived at the racket court, Mary was recalled to reality by what […]
At the foot of the hill I took the red tram to Central Station, and at the Left Luggage Office checked in my hamper. Then I went into the Railway Buffet and fortified myself hurriedly with a cold sausage roll and a glass of beer. I was beginning to have qualms about the evening, and […]
That was how the days passed in London, in the winter of 19». “О, my offence is rank” the King said, when Polonius had gone, “it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon ’t,
