The Things I Never Told You

In the house on the corner of our street lived an old man. I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know mine. The day before he died he left a cardboard box, containing his most treasured possessions, on my doorstep. Books, CDs, cassettes and videotapes I’d never heard of. I wanted to learn more. I couldn’t. They were untraceable. The stuff didn’t seem to exist… A show about half-truths and white lies, identity, medication and the things you leave behind.

Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Drawing Room. Venue 20