In George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighy-Four, English Socialism (Ingsoc) has created the mother of all police states and turned proud England into a wretched wasteland. Suppression and retribution are as brutal as the neglect of people’s well-being is callous. Everyone is a slave but for a tiny elite of Inner Party members. The Party exists only to grow more powerful and its sole purpose and expression of this power is to make people suffer. It is personified by Big Brother, whose image stares you in the face at every street corner. Yet he never appears in public and we can’t be certain he even exists. Everywhere you are watched. Every passer-by, every co-worker could be an agent of the Thought Police. Rumour has it they can read the tiniest involuntary twitches in your face that could betray anti-revolutionist thoughts, as if they can look right inside your brain. Fear is constant and daily life an exhausting struggle to toe the line.
It’s been roughly two years since I wrote and staged my IT-comedy Fair Trade, which we performed on location for two teams of developers. Great fun it was, and it’s available here if you read Dutch. With all my years of experience in incremental product delivery I was wondering: could you produce a play in monthly sprints, sharing the incremental deliveries with an audience? Spoiler: no, you couldn’t. It’d be torture for everyone involved. It’s waterfall or nothing. Continue reading