Cabaret For the end of the world

Dear reader,

Well, fuck. Things aren't looking great eh? Life’s been a little hard since day zero, hasn’t it? The nuclear winter’s setting in bitter this year. And there’s a cost to kindness but nobody can afford it. It’s every rat for themselves. 

An accordion, a pistol and bottle of home-brewed absinthe. That’s all you need to get by in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. Well, it’s all I need, at least. It’s hard to remember a time when we possessed so much. 

Four years since 2050…four years since day zero…how time flies…and all because of some stinky little humans. Their unpredictabilities. Their quirks. Their tendency to just say ‘everything is going to be ok!’. Well, look where that got us. 

Anyhoooooo, why not celebrate your sorry existence on this horrific Earth by plodding down to what remains of the Old Red Lion Theatre for a few songs, storytelling and survival tips?

Sound good? This evening of filth is yours for a trifling sum.

Oh, and just a little warning – this one ain’t for the faint of heart. 

All my love – if such a thing exists anymore –

Montselier :(

Content warning - graphic descriptions of violence, nuclear warfare and depression…alongside a healthy dose of foul language.