By Barrie Keeffe. The author of Gotcha! and self-styled writer of plays aimed at “people who wouldn’t be seen dead in a theatre” comes up trumps again with a sympathetic look at racial and generational misunderstanding. A young man and his elderly relative (Queenie Watts) live on a London housing estate which has recently become predominantly Afro-Caribbean.
The old dear, aging rapidly in a fast-changing and hostile South London, flits between irascible highs (banging out the titular Kinks song with semi-tuneful abandon on an old joanna at the play’s opening) with disillusioned, aimless drifts round the streets, trying to keep her old man’s words of socialist brotherhood (he fought in the Spanish Civil War, alongside all creeds) at the front of her mind as she sees division and alienation all about. Eventually, she blows everything at her neighbours’ party, blacking up with cocoa in order to ‘fit in ‘with them, and she has to leave, being driven away to a home in a taxi. Also starring Robbie Coltrane and Floella Benjamin.