On the Patio of a Spanish Beach Bar, a mother and daughter sit. The sea and day stretch before them, they watch and wait… Under a different umbrella two wives watch their husbands take their morning swim. The women are fifty. “Well Joan Collins is fifty… but then, that’s not the same sort of fifty…”. As they watch their men forging further and further out to sea – a seed grows, and its blossoming is dangerous.
‘Waving is a well crafted, multi-layered comedy which carries a lot of pain and anger underneath its surface gloss of belly laughter.’
Bolton Evening News Feb 1988
‘Touching and funny.’
Spare Rib May 1988