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Banshees, Venue 13, end of the royal mile. Physical theatre/performance art about narrative and how we interact with it. Love, death, infanticide and the worlds worst wedding speech. We had some people really fuck us over so the show is a little bit crippled, (way to sell it princess) , but still has some interesting bits. If your on the royal mile then I am the guy with turqouise hair, dressed in a shawl\skirt object, pale face doing space exploration excercises and handing out tiny purple flyers.
Cube, are you the guy who told us to stop laughing so loud. If so, apologies, the cast make funny genital jokes. |
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