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Scouse Red Riding Hood
Royal Court Theatre, Liverpool
MOST of us are familiar with Little Red Riding Hood, a fundamental piece of European children’s literature, and her encounter with a sly wolf.
As the curtains lift at Liverpool’s Royal Court Theatre, we discover our Scouse Red Riding Hood delivering a pan of cooked scouse and a loaf of bread to her nan who is bedridden with sciatica. It will soon be the first full moon of the year, a wolf moon.
Based in “Lidlpool,” taking a short cut through the trees, Little Red encounters two people, Cash and Carry, the wealthiest property developers in the whole of Lidlpool, who are on their way to grandma Riding Hood intent on making her move out of her cottage, which will enable them to redevelop the land into a car park, thus adding even more to their existing fortune.

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