FORGET-ME-KNOT

Written by David Tristram

Directed by Pamela McPhail

"Funny old thing, the memory. Take mine, for example. I can barely remember what I was doing yesterday, and yet I can remember in vivid detail the night I lost my virginity, even though that was over two months ago.

It's something to do with age, apparently. I once heard that you lose a certain amount of brain cells every day (I forget how many exactly, but it was lots). So it stands to reason that sooner or later you're going to lose some that are carrying a vital bit of information, like where you put your car keys or the date of the Battle of Hastings.

So imagine the plight of poor Robert Zeinfeld. Found wandering the streets of Aberdeen at 4am, without even the slightest clue how he got there. Total amnesia. And only a bruised head and a suspicious policeman for company. Not an experience you'd forget in a hurry.

But then again, you have to see it from the policeman's point of view. Perhaps this Zeinfeld's character's not what he seems. Perhaps he's got something to hide. Perhaps he hasn't lost his memory at all. Perhaps it's all an elaborate cover-up for, well, something or other.

Trouble is, the deeper the policeman digs, the more confused he gets, until he finds himself wrestling a plot with more twists than a buckled slinky.

Of course, the truth always comes out in the end. Or does it? To be honest, I'm not sure myself, and I wrote the damn thing.

Or perhaps I did know, and I forgot."