Frisson [DIGITAL COPY]

"I’m very conscious of the seam of my trousers, suddenly, pressing into me. The sweaty velvet of the seat. The wood. The thick Guignol air. Every atom of it someone else’s gasp or howl..."

1920s Paris. Down a dingy side street in Pigalle is a theatre of violence, showing plays which bring you face to face with ripped-from-the-headlines horrors of the modern world - Murder! Madness! Mutilation! - all depicted in graphic detail on stage.

Of course, after the Somme nothing really shits you up anymore. Or else everything does. But your girlfriend is an actress there and she can get you in for free, so eschew the dyke bars for once and have a night at the Théâtre du Grand Guignol, and perhaps you’ll find another kind of shudder…

SUITABLE FOR ADULTS ONLY!!!!!

CN: fake, theatrical depictions of violence against women