The Walworth Farce

By Enda Walsh

It’s 11 o’clock in the morning in a council flat on the Walworth Road in London. In two hours time, as is normal, a father and his two sons will have consumed six cans of beer, fifteen crackers with spreadable cheese, ten pink biscuit wafers and one oven cooked chicken with a strange blue sauce. Enda Walsh’s ‘ferociously entertaining’ play combines hilarious moments with shocking realism and delivers an achingly tender insight into what happens when we become stuck in the stories we tell ourselves about our lives