Shelter

Oh no. Not another one by Alun Owen — the previous two (?) were absolutely dire.

And this certainly starts off the same unpromising way — a nasty guy badgering some poor woman.

I see what they’re going for, but this is intensely uninteresting.

Heh heh.

OK, now this took a more interesting turn.

Is this going to take a Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf turn?

…

Nope.

OK, this was better than the other Owen pieces, but it’s still not actually good.

Shelter. Alan Clarke. 1967. ⚂