Once upon a time . . .
. . .there was a man who did not look like normal men. He was about nine feet tall and he was all made up of these fluffy pink pillows. His arms were pillows and his legs were pillows and his body was a pillow; his fingers were tiny
little pillows, even his head was a pillow.
The Pillowman had to look like this, he had to look soft and safe because of his job, because his job was a very sad and a very difficult one. . .
Martin McDonagh's lethal, relentless comedy is a dark celebration of the terrible power of stories.
In the basement of The Pendennis building.
For audiences of 40.
Tickets on sale here soon.