Party Time

The West Country has gone its separate way, once again, from our own little nation. Yet here we stand, ready to fight, for a world with clear rules, clear chances and opportunities for every single citizen. A world without men: that is the line which defines our country’s borders.

As revolutionaries sit face to face with good government, outside, the streets stay silent. Old ways may crumble. New ones may arise from the ashes. But alone, inside one room, music still plays, and wine still flows from dusty bottles, as Harold Pinter’s PARTY TIME gathers the forces that be around one communal table.

What better night than tonight to wipe away every last traitorous scrap of existence?