What do you do when the end of the world finally comes and you realise it's going to happen slowly and boringly? No sudden meteor strike. No thrilling zombie apocalypse. Just a gradual ebbing away of life as you knew it. Do you fight to fix things before it gets worse, dedicating your life to making the world around you better? Nah. You close your curtains, hunker down and fixate over something shitty someone said to you two years ago.
THIS IS JUST WHAT HAPPENS
Either the best or worst thing I've done, depending on what you expect from me.
Praise for This Is Just What Happens:
'mastery here lies in Brookes’ balance of self-loathing, misplaced confidence and sublime lack of self-awareness'
‘As ever, Brookes' shipwrecked-like appearance, lank limbed physicality and expressive face evoke a performer teetering on the brink of sanity’
‘profound and disgusting in equal measure’