Red Chair2015

Let us tell you a strange tale that did unfold someplace in the glum north o'the warld, where there lived a Man who could not stop eating, a Woman doomed to cook his meals and one 'inveesible child'. . .Told in a rich and saucy Scots dialect with physical verve, a wee dram of whisky to oil the way, and a musical score that rolls in like mist over the hills, The Red Chair lies somewhere between a Grimm's Tale, an absurdist ghost story and a parent's guide on how not to bring up children.