This play, for me, is the scream that’s inside every woman in Ireland. Our voices may as well be silent, except when something tragic happens and we try to externalise the interior.  I suppose, I am posting this today in reaction to the latest abortion debate in Ireland. If anything is ever legalised a women may be faced with going to SIX doctors for approval. Maybe we need to scream a little louder, or move. Just for the right to control our body.

This is the version directed by Beckett in 1973.

You will never look at a Rolling Stones t-shirt the same way again.