Cirrus@Austlit

'... Hackney Horse dramatises an hour in the life of a Melbourne cabbie. Staged in a moving car for an audience of three ... Dinesh courts danger and social isolation as he deals with an array of human traffic ... [The play] is an exploration of lives intransit and the cold space between them.

In a sea of anonymity, with darkness all around, you have twenty minutes to see yourself reflected in the stranger sitting in the car next to you. If you can't, then who are you? For Dinesh, the answer is Sri Lankan, Buddhist, husband, taxi-driver. Among his passengers: priests, singers, famous, anonymous, married, divorced - all kinds of physiologies, sociologies, psychologies. Like Dinesh, their identity is partly innate, partly constructed, and entirely inadequate as an answer to 'who are you?' or as a filter to view the world. This is the premise behind 'Hackney Horse', a play in which the audience is thrust into the same small space as a cabbie and his fare.' (Melbourne Fringe 2011 website)