She’s on her bed in her room, staring at the ceiling. Gerard’s outside, wrestling with some wildlife. A young boy goes on holiday with his parents. A young man’s trying to avoid Christmas. And me? Well, I’m sitting here, in my attic, telling stories I don’t remember writing, while thinking about her.
This is a play about family, growing up, missed opportunities, true love and lost memories. About coping with a noisy world while longing for silence.
How do you keep it together whilst watching everything fall apart?
”If taken at his word, and accepted wholesale it’s a touching and quirky peering into illness, obsession and the desperate struggle to find meaning and survival through art. If not, then it’s a magical journey through the mind of one of the most fascinating experimental theatrical minds at the Edinburgh Fringe”
(****, BritishTheatreGuide on The Things I Never Told You)
”It’s intriguing and provocative, as well as being slightly infuriating. Yet Honnef’s genial nature means that even if he is a compulsive liar – or, worse, completely off his rocker – he still comes across an altruistic sort at heart. Backed by this likeability, Honnef’s shaggy dog stories are a pleasant diversion that can be interpreted as nothing more than that, or a touching insight into mental illness and depression, or a metaphysical examination of the nature of human perception.”
(TheWeeReview.com on The Things I Never Told You)
”Honnef is one of the most adept on the Fringe when it comes to the increasingly popular game of keeping the audience guessing. (….) This relentless game-playing is either thrillingly postmodern or deeply frustrating. However, the idea of a cache of books, albums and videos none of which seem ever to have existed takes a Borgesian grip on the imagination. As twist follows twist, one has to admit that even if it’s all a shaggy dog story, it’s a damn fine one.”
(The Scotsman on The Things I Never Told You)