MANCHESTER INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL BLOG
Day 8: The Crash of the Elusyum.
I worked as a scientist and have no idea what happens in this adventure because it’s all a top secret and no-one’s revealing anything so I didn’t ask but I was robed in a white onezy and massive white boots clad in a breathing mask and pushing into a tent that was dimly lit and very atmospheric sinister and ominous told I had secret information apparently the number 54 is secret information and stood bent double while speechless kids rattled by their military team leaders stood mouths gaping looking at us scientists wondering what to say and then throwing up a spew of words strung together by verbal spit from which ‘latest information on the ship’ was just about decipherable.
54, we said.
Then Dr Who tore through the screens of a pile of 70s TV sets warning man kind of an alien vessel that had crashed to earth and to which the kids must react with urgency and efficiency lest humankind go down like this very ship that had crumpled on the surface of the earth we watched as a man then a woman then a man then a man pretended to hack into the vessel sending sparks everywhere and causing a drama before storming the place and screaming at the children to hurry the hell up.
Then it all happened again.
And again.
