I'm not posh at all. I grew up in Sheffield but never managed to pick up the accent - which was careless because there'd be some cache now in being a northern playwright, but I missed out on that one.
I'm always drawn to writing things that feel like uncharted territory.
Apparently the show happens even if I'm not there. Who knew?
Whether you like the look or not, that tailcoat is a tough shell, a suit of armour. The posh boy is a hardy species.
If you want, you can have a coffin made out of cardboard or wicker or papier mache. There's one like a seed pod, or you could buy one that doubles as both a bookcase and a coffin. During your life, you stand it in your living room, and then after you die, the books are taken out and your body put in their place and the whole thing buried.