Meat, my play about Victorian prostitution, is two scenes old and all planned out so my battleplan for the weekend is to finish the first half. This may be a little ambitious but I’m writing against a deadline and that usually brings out the best in me.
During my research I came across the story of a famous madam/prostitute who specialised in flagellation. Her name was Sarah Potter/Stewart and she was a very successful businesswoman who died in 1883 and is buried in Kensal Green Cemetery, a mere stone’s throw from FBTP Towers
Sadly the cemetery is huge but I’ve found a search service which will locate the grave of my dead madam/prostitute so with any luck in a few weeks I’ll be taking my gardening gear and tidying it up.
Tending the grave of a long-dead madam/prostitute may seem strange but to me it makes perfect sense. One of the best bits of researching any play is when you dig through the years and make a connection, be it thematic or intellectual.
And here at the top of my road I can almost make a physical connection with the story of someone who has helped shape something I am writing.
I’m quite excited. I will be taking flowers…
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