You're only the greatest person ever invented and he's some boy who's probs never had a conversation with a side of the sun before -but like Let's Be Modest About ItTosh and Lou.
sit on the deck - have a few drinks put the world to rights - and watch working-class protestants burn some tyres and sticks and shout some shit - if that can't make a middle-class ex-catholic happy what canTwenty years on from the Belfast Peace Agreement, Tom and Maggie are enjoying a glass of wine or two on Gerry and Rosemary's deck, waiting for the Eleventh Night bonfire to be lit in the estate below.
They all convene at this place, the local Friday night disco, the Pavilion or 'Pivvy': once a grand old theatre for the upper echelons, now a drafty old cavernous wasteland for the hoi polloi.
Written in French in the late forties before Waiting for Godot, Eleutheria is about a young man at odds with his middle-class family, living alone in a bedsit and refusing to take part in 'normal' life while accepting handouts from his mother.
