Jackie Hagan was raised on broken biscuits in a little town that's now studied on the GCSE syllabus as a 'failed social experiment'. She spent half of her childhood in fancy dress at a Scouse dance school and the other half engaging merrily with her eight imaginary friends. She studied philosophy at university which sent her mad.
Jackie performs poetry and comedy and doesn't quite fit into either category. She writes plays, makes 'things' and runs workshops, and for the past twelve years has run Seymour Poets, a creativity project for isolated adults based at blueSCI Arts and Wellbeing centre in Manchester.
She likes the broken, the forthright and the jumble-souled.
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WINNER Best Spoken Word Show, Saboteur Awards 2015
WINNER Creative Future Literary Award 2015
In April 2013 Jackie Hagan was commissioned to write a solo show. The following month she was unexpectedly admitted to hospital with a very painful foot. Four months later she left hospital with one less leg and loads more maturity.
Along the way she also fell in love, found her Dad and made friends with an old woman who looked like a threadbare tennis ball (with eyes).
This book is the script of the show, a poetic comedy with daftness and depth.
"A unique and utterly compelling performer. With wit and charm, she manages to make us laugh in the face of adversity." - Matt Fenton, Artistic Director, Contact Theatre
"Jackie Hagan boldly goes where no one even knows it's possible to go. Then gets the bus back home eating chips on the top deck."- Jo Warburton, poet
"Heartfelt, hilarious and slightly eccentric." - The Skinny
"If Jackie is available to run a workshop for you, book her - she's brilliant, creative, inclusive, inspiring, compassionate and inventive. In twenty years I can't say I've known anyone run better workshops." - Pete Kalu, Artistic Director, Commonword
"A powerful story told with wit... without a trace of self-pity." - Manchester Theatre Awards
"Poetic, playful [and] psychologically astute." - Sabotage Reviews
Cover photo by Johnathan Clover, illustrations by Brink. Developed with support from |
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Jackie on Channel 4.
Jackie Hagan - Some People Have Too Many Legs from ContactMCR on Vimeo.
Introduction
from
Some People Have Too Many
Legs © Jackie Hagan, 2015
In 2013 I got sick and brought down the national
average
number of legs, then I did a show about
it.
So, without giving away too much (seeing as you are about to read the story), this is what happened: two years ago I got a commission to write a show, and then a month later I went into hospital over the road from the theatre, while I was in there I wrote about what was going on, I lost my flat when I came out because I was in a wheelchair and my flat was very high up in the sky without a lift, so while I was making and touring the show I was off my head on morphine and trauma. It won a couple of awards (I'm totally showing off now, we've gone from X-factor sob story to 'aren't I great' with only a full stop to give us order) and I went round selling my story to those sort of magazines your mum reads on the toilet, and now it's now. So it's been a mental two years. Somehow during all that I sort of forgot to mention in the show that I'm bisexual and bipolar; I used to make a lot of work about that, and getting people to be accepting about that stuff is dead important to me. I thought about muddying up the narrative by sticking that stuff in, but instead I've stuck on a couple of poems at the start. Job's a good 'un.
The most common question people ask me is Why did you have your leg off? I don't answer this fully in the show because I don't know the answer and neither do the doctors. I have something called Systemic Sclerosis, but that doesn't make you lose your leg. I also have something called Raynaud's Syndrome, but to lose your leg from that is pretty rare. I also have Fuch's Syndrome, but that has nothing to do with legs (but is more fun to tell people you have). What we know is that I had a sudden, very large cluster of blood clots in the main artery in my leg. The moment this happened is the moment of mystery; there was a spasm, that is it, a mystery spasm. Scary, isn't it. So I have embraced uncertainty, eat more veg, and appreciate what I have, because you never know what's round the corner (it could be an old lady who looks like a threadbare tennis ball).
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Pull aside a jam-stained coat or a frilly nightgown in the dark and dazzling jumble and enter a secret, magical world of drunken carebears and narky buses; a world where wisdom is biro'd on the back of everyone's hand, where clowns eat spam, sugar and lard butties, and where if you stand outside Netto for long enough a rocketship will come and fly you away.
Come in and meet Cat Diazepam, Bobby Bookshop, Veronica Pop, Mr Pinstripe and their friends and find out who brought Bambi's mum back to life, in Jackie's incredible collection of contemporary adult folklore.
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"Amazing. A force for poetry." - Jo Bell, Director National Poetry Day "Vivid and insightful." - City Life "Language that leaps with bold panache, sparking sensuous worlds into being." - Lucy Lepchani, poet |
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Cover & illustrations by Brink.
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