The bleak midwinter bites. While the 1% are sunning themselves in the Maldives, the rest of us are feeling the cold pinch of austerity. A Coalition of mutual distrust flounders, a self-assembly Europe (for which we’ve lost the instructions) is coming apart, and the people who got us into this mess are paying themselves bigger bonuses than ever. As mid-January, the most depressing week of the year, approaches, thing look grim.
What better way to combat the winter blues than with a good old-fashioned British moan?
The Winter of Our Discontent brings together some of the most exciting players on the contemporary cabaret scene to bitch, gripe and howl, expressing their anger through song, stand-up, contortions, tap-dancing, yoga demonstrations and just plain ranting.
For three nights only the beautiful new Arcola Tent in Dalston will play host to this rag-tag rabble of disaffected artists.
