A vicious black comedy from Patrick McCabe, the author of Poguemahone, about the vexed and violent relationship between Britain and Ireland, two countries divided by a common history.
It's the summer of Brexit, and in a seedy hotel bedroom in Woolsey Bay, we find the recently retired Chenevix Meredith looking back on his years running a theatrical agency in Dublin in the 1960s with flamboyant fellow Brit, Henry Plumm. What their clients don't know, is that both men are active agents of the British state posted to Dublin to identify and infiltrate terrorist networks.
But that unpleasantness was almost half century ago. Surely history has forgotten them? When Plumm is found floating in a bathtub with his skull stoved in, Meredith realises that as far as Irish history is concerned, the past is never dead: as a wise man once observed, it's not even past...
