I wish Kenna had done a stint on an Aussie TV show - a soapy, say, so he could practice narrative more. He's got this wonderful insight and touch and humour but struggles to spin out a story.
This is about an old guy who rocks up at an old brothel, now a cabaret and runs into an old hooker and a drag queen who is seeing a footballer. There is rich material here, easily enough for a full length play, but Kenna can't do it (or didn't want to). The central drag queen-footballer relationship is wonderful.
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