Angels take many forms. Or so we are told..a letter, a breath, a random act
of kindness and extraordinary coincidence, or just plain luck.
Roberto Collioni always suspected their existence and then he
finds out for sure...
The Visitation of Mr Collioni toured the UK in Spring 2004 it was an angel filled fantasy bringing together the actor Colin Carmichael as the espresso bar owner, Roberto Collioni and the actress Sarah Thom as his waitress, Margaret.
Bosoms and bindings, sweet Italian cakes, virgin and vergers and luscious lingerie...
The show toured to fifteen venues around the country and spent 2 weeks in London. P4 delivered workshops that ran parallel to the tour and spent a residency week at The Arc , Trowbridge in April as part of their Sparking Out project. The actors created a piece called "My Angel" with the youth theatre sharing a platform performance with us.
"Platforms 4's responsiveness to the needs of the Arc's Sparking Out project allowed the young people to explore the themes of 'The Visitation of Mr Collioni' and develop a range of devising and physical theatre skills through a well structures and excellently delivered residency project." - Deryck Newland, Director, Arc Theatre Trowbridge
"Beguiling Whimsy. Colin Michael Carmichael and Sarah Thom impress in their central roles: he turns the eccentric cafe owner into a touchingly forlorn figure; she's a memorable mixture of public dowdiness and seething private passion." - The Times 04
"Platform 4 begs to be praised for their quirkiness.
Thom is excellent at suggesting the beating, passionate heart behind her drab overall; and Carmichael adds a twist of eccentricity as the lonely, haunted Collioni" - Time Out 04
"Zany, original and wholly absorbing piece of work." - The Stage 04
Angelicus golden. Il amouretti di fluer. He doesn'tknowus..notyet
not never... watching waiterswaitingforgod knows what,godnose,he
certainly does, I am not there I am here....Waitress required
No experience desired learnt the book of jobs,chapterandverse,
squeezing black juice beans, sleep-stealer onemorecupofcoffeebefore
yougoI am tiredhis eyessaid but nothislips. cappucinofrappacinodoublelatteexpresso-your-feelings.
We never sleep- keep an eye botheyes on Roberto Collioni once-smallboy-with-no
toy...flourraiser sugarteaser masterbaker Angelhunter ,doesn'tknow
I know his rorytorystory.....seecoffee flavoured dreams of
lostusthat must be heard..love triumph in rumble tumble...margaret
sees all..into human hearts as she froths and dusts and fusses
with "Are you Cold? Warm enough?Happy/?Lonely? full up? Need
a refillsweetheart? Need an ear with jam and cream and sympathy?
We'll meet you in Chicago and Paris in the springtimewingtimebellchimetime
will tell. Somethings coming through, something new nay- ho-
ma chinatownpeking duck beginners luck. They swam they swam till
fingers were blue across oceans, under searchlights..arriving
in ports..Portsmouth, ...
Liverpool, White cliffs of Dover, they will be wet with no papers, no "Who they are" papers.......they will float in on Tuesday, adrift...floatsam and jetsam families...homus lostus...matrimomus partimus in the waves. They will know who is too meet themamongtthe confusus crowds.
headaches.bullet proof hearts that no-one has not us not you
not us not them...:..his head will need rest from noises
in his head...his memories will need a pillow to rest on
and his hands will need straightening from bending in pain.
......... Platform eleven near to heaven platform eleven.....14 hundred hours Thursday..no luggage no amouri no spending money for kiosk coffee...
Robbiewritus glorious..rivers break banks and money floats in streets free at last all hell and we should no lets lose heros can be small and drunk and good dancers always learn to swim, you never know when you might need to water will have its way like spoilt children it will not be told we know we've been there......can't walk on water who can? Only him.....special feet of strength must go now loud music which we don't like with electricityvery bright Francesca floats on water waiting for the time that he will come..."