Democracy Deficit

Cameron needs to address the Democracy Deficit.

FPTP isn’t working, it’s led to a shambolic mess and it’s part of a constitution that is in acute crisis.
There will be a referendum on our place in Europe.
I think that wanting to leave Europe is about feeling that we have no power in our country.
Yes, indeed, many people do not have power in our country.
If we’re going to have a referendum on Europe it needs to be in the context of new constitutional settlement in which all our citizens feel empowered.
We need electoral reform in Parliament that makes sure that votes deliver proper representation.
And if that means there are UKIP seats, that’s good, because when people are heard, that is good, and that is empowering.
We need a resolution of the relationship between the different countries of the United Kingdom.
And yes, we need a resolution of our relationship with Europe in which we have chosen to remain in the union.

It is so important that a new constitutional settlement is not imposed by a Tory government elected in freakish circumstances by an increasingly illegitimate electoral system.

Young people, theatre and POLITRIX



Politrix ended a few weeks ago after a very successful run. I’ve been thinking about the play a lot recently, and I want to write some reflections about what I’ve learned about young people and politics and theatre as a result of doing the play. We never really wrote any programme notes for it, so perhaps this post will help to tell part of the story of the play for those people who saw it, and give a tiny sense of it to those that didn’t.

The process began just before Christmas when I had cup of tea with The Big House CEO/Artistic Director Maggie Norris somewhere in Highbury. The Big House is a theatre company that works with careleavers. It has produced some of the most thrilling work I’ve seen in London, bold and passionate and beautiful and always with a kind of theatrical openness and freedom.

I’ve always felt that young people might be far more engaged and thoughtful about politics and power than we know. That there might be a massive territory of thought and feeling beyond the tiny spaces we give to young people to speak. The tiny little vox-boxes we put them in, walled-in by leading questions and mounting impatience.

At the time there was a lot of national discussion about disengagement with politics, and Russell Brand, and not voting, and the idea that ‘politicians are all the same’, and that ‘politicians can’t make a change’. Instinctively, my feeling was that politicians are not ‘all the same’, and that many of them have a great deal of integrity, and compassion, and belief, and that very often they work very hard for their constituents. And that in my lifetime I’ve often seen politics change the country, for good and for bad. So that was my starting point.

I suggested to Maggie that I’d like to do a verbatim play in the run-up to the election about the political life of care-leavers. The verbatim testimony would be drawn from the group who would eventually perform the play. I (perhaps naively) imagined that the development process for the play would take the group on a journey of discovery towards political empowerment and engagement. That by the end of the process we’d have 15 signed up activists, 15 fully-registered advocates.

A few days later I received a call from Maggie who was enthusiastic about the idea, but time was short and we’d have to start right away. The brilliant Andy Day, who wrote PHOENIX and BABYLON, was also on board.

I love being in the room at The Big House. The certain knowledge that  expectations will be confounded, that things will go wrong, or right, that something or someone amazing will suddenly emerge without notice.

I think the group were disappointed by the idea that they were going to do a play about politics. They were concerned that it wouldn’t be emotional, and it wouldn’t have a story.

But that didn’t mean they didn’t have things to say about the subject – and it wasn’t long before a huge range of views were being shared – sophisticated, hilarious, confused, worrying, humane, self-interested, inspired. We talked about voting, and the overwhelming majority said they would not vote. Not only that, but there was a profound and widespread antipathy not just towards parliamentary politics but towards authority and government in general. There was sympathy for conspiratorial ideas –  about elections being rigged, about a world order determined to resist change:

What has the system ever done for us?

There was also a lot of support for rejecting the imposition of parliamentary acts and statutes (‘not laws but RULES) for dropping out of the system altogether, for becoming a ‘freeman’.

I was taken aback by the gulf between my perception of the world, and the perception of many of those in the room.

Listening to some of the testimony, I was pulled in many directions. On the one hand, I  worried that the care system had indeed created a generation of young people reliant on a sense of their own victimhood, a sense that the system ‘owed them a living’, and that rather than using their talents to make their way in the world, they were exhausting all their energy and ability in a struggle with a benefits system that was holding them back. On the other hand, I heard other stories that were devastating, stories about a shameful failure of the System, on many levels,  to protect some of the most vulnerable people in the country.

Often the stories were not ‘newsworthy’ in any sense, but shocking because they marked the beginning of a process of alienation. The moment when these young people suddenly realised that the promise of self-realisation, of ‘being who you want to be’, had not been extended to people like them. Instead, the system had tried to institutionalise them, diagnose them with psychiatric conditions, imprison them, expel them, subject them to disproportionate police attention,  classify them as too vulnerable to have a chance.  One member of the group, of obviously explosive ability, was not allowed by her care team to apply for drama school on the grounds that ‘this young person has suffered rejection and abandonment all their lives, so how will she cope with rejection from a drama school?’

We had organised a trip to the Houses of Parliament. An MP with a genuine and compassionate belief in improving the lives of looked-after children had agreed to show us round. In my head, I was hoping that that this would be the beginning of a reconciliation between parliamentary politics and those profoundly alienated from it. The beginning of a process of empowerment.  We gathered for a Q and A with this MP in Portcullis House. The group had brought a lot of negativity about politics into the room, but our MP was game. He was doing a good job playing the role of an MP, fingertips together, nodding, listening, Mr Public Service, playing up to it a little bit, as if the group might enjoy a little bit of parliamentary ostentation.

But then something went wrong. One of the group stood up and started to talk about rejecting the acts and statutes of parliament, of a total and revolutionary rejection of our political system. Some people in the group agreed with him, and some people did not, and things began to get heated.

And then the MP made a mistake. Under pressure from the group member who was speaking, he said:

‘With all due respect, what you’re saying is absolute tripe’.

I think he was just giving the group a delightful taste of parliamentary ding dong, but he didn’t reckon for the sensitivity of the group.
The mood in Portcullis House suddenly shifted.

That’s what they think of us.
That’s how they talk to us.
That we don’t know know what we’re talking about.
That what we’re saying is tripe.

It was a dangerous moment. It felt like anything could happen. An explosion, a riot.

There was no riot, but as we spilled under the tunnel into the Palace of Westminster for our tour, the damage had already been done, and this sense of grievance coloured the rest of a strange day in parliament, full of minor skirmishes, near-explosions, misunderstandings and mysterious wonders.

This day in parliament inspired the frame of the play, about a group of young people who visit parliament, and find themselves in a surreal battle with the heart of the ‘system’.

I love being in the room at The Big House. Acting in a Big House play is not about pretending to be someone else, it’s about honestly, openly, exploring the limits of your own self.

It’s about the bright possibility of who you could be.

The rehearsal process was joyful, frustrating, agonising, eye-opening. People dropped out. People astounded us with their extraordinary ability and resilience. The script was rewritten at the last minute, many times, and we weren’t sure that the show would be ready in time for the first night.

Towards the end of the rehearsal process, we asked the group again whether they were going to vote in the election, but nobody seemed to have changed their point of view. A few would, but I was depressed that that the group hadn’t gone on the kind of journey I had hoped they might.

The dress rehearsal was difficult – it wasn’t clear whether the show would take off that evening. We were agonisingly close to something. Maggie had done an extraordinary job, and the group had worked so hard, and come so far, and although the show hadn’t quite come into focus yet, I could see it had taken on its own reality. We had created a space in which the group could be heard.

We were eating some food together just before the first show and someone asked ‘are you going to vote, then?’, and suddenly there was a new attitude in the room:

I’m going to register to vote you know!
Yeah, I’m going to vote! Cos I don’t want to let David Cameron get back in, man!
I’m going to vote! Cos otherwise we can’t make a change!

Not everyone had shifted, but something had changed.

At the first performance, as so often happens, everything fell into place. And here they were, in front of an audience, speaking their minds, giving an account of who they were and who they wanted to be. Becoming powerful.

A few weeks later and the show’s over and we’re at the Big House watching that Ken Robinson TED talk about creativity in Education. There’s a story in there about the choreographer Gillian Lynne, about how when she was at school in the 30s they thought there was something wrong with her because she couldn’t keep still, she kept on fidgeting. But one day they realised that there wasn’t something wrong with her – she was a dancer. They sent her to dance school, and it was wonderful, she was suddenly in the right place. She was home, she was being who she wanted to be.

After watching the film, one of the group was talking about how naughty she was at school, how distracted she was, how she didn’t get on with authority.

I asked her if she had ever felt like Gillian Lynne felt the moment she arrived at her dance school, had she ever been in a place where she felt like she could be who she wanted to be?

‘Yes,’ she said.
‘Where was that?’ I asked.
‘Here,’ she said.

POLITRIX at Hackney Showrooms

Tickets are now on sale for my new play with the amazing Big House theatre company, Politrix.

It’s been a crazy joyful month or so working on this:


New play at the Point Eastleigh…

This year is the 800th anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt, and I’m thrilled that I’ll be working with Artistic director of The Point, Eastleigh, Owen Calvert-Lyons, on a new play about the Southampton Plot (the attempt to kill Henry V prior to the battle of Agincourt). Production in July 2015!

New play with the BIG HOUSE

Really delighted that I’ll be working with brilliant director Maggie Norris, brilliant writer Andy Day, and the brilliant The Big House theatre company on a new play coming soon! Very very soon in fact… watch this space.

Joan Littlewood

I’m writing a play about Joan Littlewood and her relationship with Theatre Workshop. I was keeping it a secret for a bit, but there’s not much sense in that. Who wants to make it happen?

Screenplay optioned…

I’ve just had a screenplay for new TV series optioned by the excellent Lime Pictures. More details soon when the ‘i’s are dotted and ‘t’s are crossed.

The British Club rebroadcast

My 2012 radio play, The British Club, a murder mystery set in Bangladesh, featuring Sanjeev Bhaskar, Samantha Bond, and the late Paul Bhattacharjee, was rebroadcast on Radio 4 yesterday, and you can catch it on listen again here for the next six days.

Mad Bees Riot in the Light

We had a wonderful reading of my play about Bangladesh, MAD BEES RIOT IN THE LIGHT, at the Soho theatre, last week. The cast were:

Rachel – Imogen Butler-Cole
Carol – Suzanne Bertish
Sanjan – Richard Sumitro
Jhorna / Young Anjali – Chandni Mistry
Amina/Ms Huq/Hashi – Pooja Ghai
Edward/Neil – Barnaby Kay
Barman/Postmaster – Gary Pillai
Anjali – Arinda Alexander

The director was Tim Stark.

Mad Bees Riot in the Light

We’re nearly cast for our workshop of my play about Bangladesh, MAD BEES RIOT IN THE LIGHT. The workshop will take place at the Soho Theatre. It is being directed by Tim Stark from B29 Productions and co-produced by Imogen Butler-Cole from The What Works.

I can’t wait to see the play come alive.