´Propovsky Hill is a dreary place, they say
With snifters crawling through the drainpipes in search of some gumdrop
Doxies and their flesh peddlers hiding in the garrets
Schoolboys waving around rapiers and switchblades
No place to raise a child, no place to grow old´

A monologue about a psychotic cockney living in a Sovjet-sorta London and how he embarks on a raging swan hunt, fueled by funny powders and the wordings in the paper. An ode to his culture, a dying culture, and its dialect, a dying dialect / an insight into the world of a young man growing up, post-brexit, post-queen.

Deze voorstelling was eerder te zien in juni 2023

Tekst, concept en spel: Sybren van der Velde
Eindregie: Varenka Theunynck 
Met dank aan: Sybren´s dearly beloved cockney grandmother Violet Dorris Arms†, Paul Rondags, Kedves van den Berg, Jibbe Willems, Kim Boogaard, John Lydon, Kim Tsai and Mickey Davies.

Duur: 25min