The Lodger

The lodger arrived without warning at an unsociable hour. Cheap love on his breath A tatty piece of string that bore a rusty key around his neck And a pencil moustache that was pencilled on. He was a French man who didn’t appear to speak any English….or any French.



Performed at the Battersea Arts Centre, London, as part of the Burst Festival, in collaboration with the performance group ‘1927′

Director: Paul Barritt. Production company: Ear Cinema. Funders: Arts Council of England