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.

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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