Location: The Lir, National Academy of Dramatic Art, Pearse St. at Grand Canal Quay, Dublin 2
His name is Willy. He is a 54 year old tradesman. He has a bad back and a short fuse. He likes a pint of black and he tends to lose more than he wins when it comes to gambling. His hands are sore. They are calloused and dry and he is sick of standing.
Running low on brass coins, dreaming of dimes and dollar bill signs – is there someone to blame? Or is this just the name of the game? In a country full of vacant spaces, empty places and ghost estates, Death of the Tradesmen is a new play about an army of men and the live register.