"Alasdair Gray is known as a novelist and artist, but he’s also written a fair number of plays too. There’s some good work amongst these that isn’t as widely known as it could be, and so The Skinny is proudly sponsoring two events launching a new collected edition of Mr Gray’s plays. A Gray Play Book will be launched at the Glasgow Film Theatre on 17 November and at Edinburgh’s Traverse Theatre on 8 December. The book contains not only a number of plays written for the stage or radio, but also personal notes and, intriguingly, storyboards for an unmade film of Lanark, and a film script of Poor Things.”
Purple drank’ is a slang term for a recreational drug popular in the hip-hop community of the southern United States. Its main ingredient is prescription-strength cough syrup containing Codeine and Promethazine. Cough syrup is typically mixed with ingredients such as Sprite soft drink and pieces of Jolly Rancher candy. The purplish hue of purple drank comes from dyes in the cough syrup.
They came because they were afraid or unafraid, because they were happy or unhappy, because they felt like Pilgrims or did not feel like Pilgrims. There was a reason for each man. They were leaving bad wives or bad jobs or bad towns; they were coming to find something or leave something or get something, to dig up something or bury something or leave something alone. They were coming with small dreams or large dreams or none at all. But a government finger pointed from four-colour posters in many towns: THERE’S WORK FOR YOU IN THE SKY: SEE MARS! and the men shuffled forward, only a few at first, a double-score, for most men felt the great illness in them even before the rocket fired into space. And this disease was called The Loneliness, because when you saw your home town dwindle to the size of your fist and then lemon-size and then pin-size and vanish in the fire-wake, you felt you had never been born, there was no town, you were nowhere, with space all around, nothing familiar, only other strange men. And when the state of Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, or Montana vanished into cloud seas, and, doubly, when the United States shrank to a misted island and the entire planet Earth became a muddy baseball tossed away, then you were alone, wandering in the meadows of space, on your way to a place you couldn’t imagine.
So it was unusual that the first men were few. The numer grew steadily in proportion to the census of Earth Men already on Mars. There was comfort in numbers. But the first Lonely Ones had to stand by themselves…
“The best and the brightest are rotting away.
Yesterday’s heroes are garbage today.
We made the wrong choices,
We took the wrong paths,
It’s easier now just to think of the past.
Loose lips sank ships and no one survived.
What could have been is all just a lie.
High hopes and potential just led to shit,
Everyone failed, everyone quit.
We passed out
We dropped out
We missed out
We lost out.”—The Suicide File, ‘A Pleasure To Have In Class’