“Charlie Crackers” they call him and as he sits alone on an empty night his mind wanders back to an earlier time; the 1950s when he worked with a bunch of people who drank whisky for breakfast and punched him in the nose if he ever tried to call the boss “sir”
They work writing crappy jokes for Christmas crackers, but the humour lacking from their work bubbles up when they hang out in Stanley’s Bar drinking, whinging and having a good time.
But as the House of Un-American Activities raises it’s ugly head the good times end and the group begins to turn on each other.
Charlie Crackers is a story about small things, the conversations you have while waiting for the day to end, and about bigger things as well like the devastation that the hysterical climate of 1950s America could reek. It is funny, in a melancholic way, and just the right size to take on the bus.
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