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For The Sake Of Argument, Bridewell Theatre London
Flawed but worthy attempt to unpick arguments over Iraq war
GRIEVING: Paula Cassina in For the Sake of Argument
[Charles Flint]
MIK SABIERS revels in a band that ploughs an idiosyncratic furrow of expletive laden, guitar-driven alt rock
ANDY HEDGECOCK, MARIA DUARTE and ANGUS REID review Synthetic Sincerity, Our Hero, Balthazar, Heartstopper Forever, and A Year In London
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
RON JACOBS recommends an important book that enhances the oppositional theories put forth by Fanon and, in doing so, remakes psychology itself
JAN WOOLF relishes an extensive history of our long relationship to trees in Britain that underlines the current emergency
DIANE WATT argues that while evidence of sex is not there, a 16th‑century lesbian poet could be Scotland’s answer to Gentleman Jack
IN FOR the Sake of Argument, members of a combative debating club held in a rundown pub lay into well-worn issues.
They do so merely for the sake of winning the argument and validating their own articulacy, and in charge is Eleanor (Ashleigh Cole), a fervent believer in rational disputation and an unflinching advocate for the 2003 invasion of Iraq.
Her writings persuaded a young man — an unlikely recruit — to sign up for the British army to overthrow Saddam Hussein and his tragic death in an IED blast leads his grieving mother to search out the woman whose words drove him to enlist.
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