Fuck Godot – we’re waiting on Gaia and she is pissed. Dumped, wine drunk and you can’t throw yourself in the canal - she’s started to claim those too. Doesn’t matter, does it? Not when we’re the only ones really here.

Two fools sit on a bench not sure if they exist, not sure if the rest of the world exists and waiting on something. Pressed into 50 minutes of farcical, dark-humoured, and sarcastic revelry are two 20-somethings who have probably got to start figuring their life out. But right now, in this wasteland playground, a couple shots of fairy whiskey and a bard made on the pavements – nothing else seems to matter. Before long, Gaia will come raining down any minute but we must wait on her, as we always do.