“Hello, dear, how are you this evening?” Patricia Goldsack, octogenarian heiress, greets me as I enter Cavern Club. “Oh, I’m well, thank you, and yourself?” I play alongside Katie Boyle’s character. “Fine, dear, just fine. What are you doing here tonight?” she replies. “Well, I’m here to see you!” I gush, my polite benevolence that is usually reserved for the elderly coming out in full force despite myself. Pat looks a little stricken at my comment and glances with mild alarm at the stage, “Oh, am I on?” My laughter froths outwards, no longer able to be contained, but Boyle wafts me toward the bar to “sort myself out”. Alexander Sparrow’s Fred from Featherston makes a suggestion in this regard, “I hear there is an Apple Tini special on,” his brow furrowed, pebbled voice dripping with disbelief as he very specifically intones the cocktail as if it were in an alien language. I can’t help but laugh more as I bypass the allure of appletinis for a wine instead. Thus begins my evening with Fred from Featherston and Patricia Goldsack.
by Laura Ferguson
Joan, “A play about a wonderful mum and an ungrateful son,” teasingly dances in front of me as I contemplate who Joan will turn out to be. An Irish immigrant who travels to New Zealand to be with her husband, bringing their twins with her, I imagine this woman to be enterprising and pioneering.
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