by RICHARD CRANE with Freddie Jones
' It's the worst winter on record.... Every Sunday
I sit down in my coat and talk to myself non-stop for five minutes ...'
An electricity board clerk comes up with a plan for saving the world from winding down. Noses roam the streets. Coats make you grow an inch every day. God Is put away - he's too unpredictable, Numbers take over. This monologue. Inspired by Russia's strangest Prose-poet, Nikolay Gogol , charts the breakthrough and breakdown of the little man ' in our time. Music composed and Played by NICK BICÅT
Directed by ALFRED BRADLEY