Connor died. He should be alive.
The book
The book I wrote about what happened was launched at Doughty Street Chambers six years ago with a kick ass panel and audience. I wore a red scarfy thing knitted by the mum of one of Connor’s teaching assistants. My Life My Choice members including their President, Michael Edwards, sat in the front row and cheerfully chipped in.
Writing the book was an exercise in witnessing. I’d written this blog for years. Writing joy, love, laughter, critique, commentary (and devastation). The book was a way of trying to make sense of the responses to Connor’s death, documenting the brutality of the processes and bullshit (or worse) families face when someone dies in state ‘care’. It was written before some of these processes ended [they never end].
An ink pad
I was uncomfortable at the thought of being asked to sign copies (what do you write?) and made a stamp to avoid this. The tiny ink pad still works. I didn’t stamp or sign many copies in the end. Rich, Rosie, Will, Owen, Tom and George Julian had complimentary copies. I sent a copy to Michael’s sister down Dorset way. He persuaded the publisher to produce a talking book version at the launch.
The play
Steve Unwin began to talk about a play before lockdown. He loved the book and started work to bring it to the stage. We met in Oxford. There was further discussion, draft scripts, potential news, updates and undates. I approached this in the same way I dealt with the book. As a kind of interested bystander with a stamp and an ink pad. Vaguely surprised when the play was mentioned, passing on updates to family and friends with caveats. This may not happen.
A few months ago Steve shared the most recent version of the script (a corker) and news the play, Laughing Boy, is on next spring at Jermyn Street Theatre followed by a week at Bath. Wow. A meeting was held with Stella Powell-Jones and David Doyle (Artistic Director and Executive Producer) in a London pub to talk about the important stuff.
How to get this right. That was the discussion. With Thai curry.
Earlier this week, the copy and image was shared for comment. The reassurance I felt after the meeting was cemented. The image is inspired by a #JusticeforLB quilt patch and the text spot on.
The announcement was made on Thursday lunchtime. The Lonely Londoners in Feb/March followed by Laughing Boy in April/May. I was at a writing retreat at Gladstone’s Library distracted by the beauty of the mushrooms as details bounced around social media.
So many messages and posts. A buzz of action, excitement and anticipation despite everything else going on. Would it go up North? Highlight of next year! My Life My Choice are bussing to Bath. Brilliant said Norman Lamb. Becca got her clipboard back out to organise the life raft trip to London. Booked. Booked. Booked.
Someone prosaically tweeted, ‘Lots of time to do something remarkable’.
It’s already remarkable. A beautiful boy dismissed in life matters. His quirkiness, love of life and buses, humour, irreverence and courage to stick two fingers up at adversity count.
I’m setting aside my stamp and ink pad. There will be tears. So many tears, alongside laughter, bafflement and kick ass brilliance.
Thank you Steve Unwin.
Tickets are available here with relaxed and captioned performances.