When Raoul Moat went AWOL with a big gun and no-brain, Britain became transfixed. The news was too weird and too horrible to properly contemplate. Here, we had a man who had been so let down by the world that he decided to live like a feral creature in a drain, stroking weaponry and wanting to kill policemen.
Yet, somehow, mindless dolts held him up as some kind of anti-hero, provoking outrage at pointless (although admittedly tasteless) Facebook pages.
And what’s this? A play about Roaul Moat? Really?