by The Bloomshed
Mister Misterton is arrested. Presumably it’s because he pissed his pants in public. Or perhaps because he swam in the fountain of Queen Elizabeth II. He’s not sure. In fact, we’re not sure. Once you start observing the world. Really observing. You realise that nobody actually has any idea at all. Who knows?
Mister Misterton is a tale about nothing very important whatsoever. Because nobody really knows anything important anyway.
Written and Directed by James Jackson
22 March – 1 April
Wed – Sat | 7.30pm