Ravenhill for Breakfast
Drama’s ex-enfant terrible tucks into an early morning challenge
This article is from 2007.
Perhaps if he hadn’t been asked to write a column for the Guardian, Mark Ravenhill would never have set himself the challenge of Ravenhill for Breakfast. For each of the 17 morning performances, the author of Shopping and Fucking and, er, Dick Whittington and his Cat is producing a different play, rehearsed the afternoon before by whatever actors he can find. ‘I’m sending Paines Plough a new play every Friday,’ he says. ‘Hopefully that will throw up some stuff that normally I wouldn’t run with. I’ve always been bad at discipline and I have partly learned it from having to write the column. It’s really amazing how inspiration does come.’
Ravenhill, who starred in his own play Product in 2005, despite his lack of acting experience, is always game for a challenge. ‘There are certain ways that playwrights are supposed to behave, whereas comedians seem more flexible. I just do my own thing.’
Most of the 15-minute plays will be written before the Fringe, but he is leaving himself open to the possibility of dashing off others in the heat of the moment if events conspire. ‘The plays exist in the same universe as each other, although there’s no continuing narrative,’ he says. ‘But you will see echoes and resonances from one to the other.’ (Mark Fisher)
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