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A sleepy post office is held up by an unmasked gunman. He doesn't want money and he wouldn't hurt a fly. His campaign for change has failed, and now his best friend has died. Bonded by false teeth, divided by a dangerous banana, united over rubber bands and comforted by their collective loneliness, the queue of ordinary people start to feel safe. But why do Post Offices always smell of wee?T07764572Company Tower Theatre Company. Director James Claridge. | |
| 1 Mar 11 to 6 Mar 11 | The Rosemary Branch, Inner London :: V333 listing details L0578025466 |
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