Dead Kids

If creating a poster is like gourmet cookery, then this is the equivalent of running out of the door pushing Flora over a slice of bread with your index finger. That is to say, it was a rushed job.
I scribbled down the elements in less than a minute with my right hand whilst I ate Weetabix with my left, and did the colour and text on the bus the same morning.



It's for one of Charlotte's sisters, Lily. She's at Exeter University and she's producing this play. It's all obscure and mysterious, hence no mention of a time or place on the poster. Kids, eh? (tone: jocular patronising)

Then, on Lily's facebook profile, I saw this:



Kids, eh? (tone: slightly less amused)