There is a place between nightmare and waking, a place, yet not place, of our world, yet not our world, a savage quarter so dark that all but the tiniest glimmer of light has been extinguished. Almost. Crestfall is an all-female play by the author of Howie the Rookie.
My brother cracked a fruity about this one. 'I'm sick to death of that Irish stuff' or words to that effect. I thought it was okay, to me the setting wasn't particularly relevant to the stuff of the play.