We huddled from the rain under a small platform shelter at Hackney Wick the other night. Which was great, because it meant eavesdropping without strain on the couple arguing about This Beautiful Future, the play we’d just seen at the Yard Theatre. An amicable but irreconcilable disagreement, it boiled down to this: HER: Lovely! HIM: Offensive! HER: Baby chicks! HIM: Nazis! Then the train … [Read more...]