Black Velvet at Drayton Arms Theatre

By Christina Knight

'Wishes are they? You know I never really liked flowers for graves. When they wilt they just serve as this morbid reflection of death - as if this place need any more of that... I like them as wishes better.'

When Llew arrives at the graveyard with flowers for his Mum, the last thing he expects to find is a feisty, possibly feral girl, hijacking his night. Llew can’t stand her cynicism and Aoife thinks he’s an eejit, but the two are apparently stuck with each other, with nothing in common but grief. 

Black Velvet is as heart-warming and it is heart-wrenching - a dark comedy about time moving forward when it feels like everything should stop.

Authors

• Willard Robertson