Richard Milward’s cult novel Apples,
a tale of sex, drugs and rock and roll on a Middlesborough housing estate, was
hailed by Trainspotting author Irvine Welsh as one of the
best books he’d read about being young, working class and
British.
Apples is a core repository of a
musical dialect where “mint” means top hole (sometimes literally) and “bint” –
an old Army term last heard on the British stage in The Long and the
Short and the Tall — a loose woman.
The play’s like an X-rated Grange
Hill, with pregnancy, rape and a Christmas disco; it’s very well done,
but a bit too pleased with itself, basking in a soundtrack of the Beatles,
Sugababes, Wham!, Queen and Portishead. Send in the clones.