In the spirit of my new page (robcurrie.tumblr.com/writing!), I thought I’d write a bit about where the plays came from, inspiration-wise.  So I’ll start with The Aging Process.

So here’s me and the gang in a village called Comrie.  It’s not far from Dundee, but we all rented a house there for a few days and called it a holiday.  Four days and nights of heavy drinking, board games, and walking in the forest trying to find our way home (surely it’s this way?).  It was amazing.

When we were on the bus heading home, I noticed this teenage boy sitting in a knock-off leather jacket, surrounded on all sides by old women.  And I laughed at the image of it, but I had to identify as well.  I’m from a tiny village like Comrie myself, and I’ve been that boy.  I even had a similar jacket, and I will try to find photographic evidence of this.  That was the start of the idea for the play - the boy surrounded by old women.  I wrote a few scenes, called the boy Max, and set it in Comrie (it’s not named in the script, but in my head, that’s where it is!).

The story clicked into place a few weeks later.  I was walking around back home, and went past the old-folks home by the beach.  It’s got a conservatory, and the ladies always seem to sit there.  And that’s when Peg came to life - new to the home, and furious to be there.

I had a teenager, and an elderly woman.  I generally feel like three is a good number of characters, and the missing demographic seemed to be middle age.  So Henry arrived, mid-crisis, in his Porsche.  The Porsche started as a cliche, but turned out to be very useful when I got towards the final scenes!

So yeah, that’s about it.  I hope you found that interesting, and apologies if you haven’t read the play and this made no sense! :D