Went to see Lone Star Mark Three by Mike Akers – a curious comedy commisioned by the Salisbury Playhouse, about a cast of characters in the Carivanning Club, their interlocking relationships and the love of northern soul music.
It was made all the more curious and ultimately unsatisfactory by an oddly cut-short ending. Just as it seemed that we were going to ‘glympse the future’ than Colin’s parents were dancing beneath a glitterball of heaven having been blown up on an MOD rifle range on Salisbury Plain.
An interestingly-odd play, not necessarily one that I would rush to recommend to friends…
Northern soul was oddly popular in Worcester when I was a teenager, and as a result I have an enduring fondness for the genre, even if the fashion that went with it (huge flares, long black leather coats) was fairly dire 🙂