Hilarious, horrifying and ferociously entertaining The Walworth Farce delivers an achingly tender insight into what happens when we become stuck in the stories we tell ourselves about our lives.
As the play opens, its 11 oclock in the morning in a council flat on the Walworth Road in London. In two hours time, as is normal, three Irish men will have consumed six cans of Harp, fifteen crackers with spreadable cheese, ten pink biscuit wafers and one oven-cooked chicken with a strange...



