A punchy and provocative new play by the Bruntwood Prize-winning author of Yen. Georgie is thirty with dirty secrets. She drinks in her bedroom and hides from the sun. Leah is fifteen with teenage dreams. She practices her cum face and Veets. A lot. All-meat, all-sex, all-vulnerable, all-powerful. There's a first time for everything... Isn't there? Freak premiered at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2014. Anna Jordan's play Yen won the 2013 Bruntwood Prize for Playwriting. Her other plays include Chicken Shop (Park Theatre, 2014), Freak...
A punchy and provocative new play by the Bruntwood Prize-winning author of Yen. Georgie is thirty with dirty secrets. She drinks in her bed...
A dark and twisted coming-of-age story by the Bruntwood Prize-winning author of Yen. Hendrix is growing up. Or at least he's trying to. He's sick of his mother and her constant preaching on the virtues of an organic lifestyle. And he's sick of her girlfriend, a twentysomething stunner who winds him up relentlessly. But most of all he's sick of the bullies at school, who think if his mum is gay then he must be too. In a desperate attempt to prove his masculinity, Hendrix enters a very adult world - but gets more than he bargained for. He meets Luminita, a young girl enslaved in an...
A dark and twisted coming-of-age story by the Bruntwood Prize-winning author of Yen. Hendrix is growing up. Or at least he's trying to. He's sick ...
This is a locals' pub. And what's the problem with locals? They die.' 'Inconsiderate bastards.' All over London, public houses become private flats. Tomorrow The Anchor closes for good. It's the end of an era, but Kenny and the gang are going out with a bang. There's a blow-up sheep, karaoke and a lot of Campari. There's secrets and grudges and forgotten dreams. As the front doors are locked and the bar is drunk dry, there's a lot more to lose than just a pub. Anna Jordan's play We Anchor in Hope premiered at The Bunker, London, in 2019, produced by The Bunker and W14 Productions in...
This is a locals' pub. And what's the problem with locals? They die.' 'Inconsiderate bastards.' All over London, public houses become private flat...