'There are no second acts in American life,' F Scott Fitzgerald once wrote with an element of regret.
It is a pity, then, he could not have experienced the Govan imbroglio where there are as many acts as there are in the canon of Shakespearean plays. Act follows act, feeding a voracious audience who cannot get enough of mishap, skulduggery, duplicity and treachery. Then there's the soliloquising from Charles Green – fit for the ramparts of Elsinore – and that's on a good day.
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