‘You might at least say thank you, Jenny. I’ve been out digging a hole for your boyfriend all night. Not to mention severing his legs. Have you ever severed a leg? It’s not as easy as it looks. Not with a blunt spade.’
Jane is a housewife. James sells guns. They live in one of the larger cities in Our Country and are both terrified of ethnic youths who might well be wearing hoods and carrying knives, or something. All is well in the Jones household, until their sexually frustrated eighteen-year-old daughter Jenny brings home her new boyfriend, Kwesi Abalo... A visceral, smart, brutally hilarious play about prejudice, arms dealing, and what it means to be English.
Before reading this play, I had the priviledge of watching it live at a charming venue in London. Watching the text peformed was shocking and brilliant though reading the text afterwards naturally lacked the color and magic I had seen days before. Nevertheless, the story breaks down racial stereotypes through uncanny scenes and bold remarks. It is both tragic and funny, making the viewer/reader parse through their experience to recall its subtle and powerful message.