As you’ll know by now, I’m a huge fan of The Lowry, Manchester, and visit regularly – at least once a month- and most times, I choose to discuss the shows I’ve seen in Afternoon and Coffeespoons (my monthly roundup post). However, following Monday’s performance of The Winslow Boy, I felt this show deserved a blog post of its own.
Darting across the city centre from work to The Lowry, Manchester, I tried to envisage what I imagined the show to be about and how it would be presented. So much so, I was still deliberating when I met my plus one for pre-theatre dinner at Pier Eight. We spoke about what we already knew about Terence Rattigan’s 1946 play and came to the conclusion it’d be a rather austere, sombre affair. Oh, how wrong we were….
