Ric Renton

Moral Animal (2024)
Theater by TBC Writer Moral Animal delves into the lives of Alistair Radley and his fiancé Darren Man-Clarke. Both men are convicted homophobic murderers serving whole life orders on the protective custody wing in a maximum-security prison. As they await news of an appeal logged against their intended separation the men must make contingency plans for one of the hardest decisions they'll ever make in their lives. Caught in the crosscurrents of their dark pasts, Alistair and Darren face a pivotal moment as they receive news that their appeal has been rejected and they must decide: defy their love and cancel their wedding or go ahead and be separated indefinitely Moral Animal explores the question does anyone ever stop being deserving of love?

Nothing In A Butterfly (2022)
Theater by Chris White (RSC) Writer/Actor Autobiographical odyssey chronicling my most outrageous and nefarious exploits for shits and gigs

One Off (2022)
Theater by Jack McNamara Writer/Actor One Off, which takes place in HMP Durham, a category A prison I was in which, at the time (2003-2004) had the highest number of deaths in the country. One off is what we’d hear bellowed nearly nightly, confirming another extinguished life. My second day on A wing saw me in the unenviable position of having to chose between attending a protest I didn’t know was happening or honouring the visit I had booked with my Mam. I opted for the latter, walking out on seventy nine enraged Cat A convicts, which did little for my popularity, leading to an altercation that landed me in solitary confinement where, on a whim, I asked for the dictionary instead of the bible I was offered to pass my time and install a sense of morality the screw felt I was in need of, which is where I learned to read and write! I ended meeting a night guard, Jock, who, though tentatively at first on account of me being a total shit, became mates, and talked for two years as men died all around us, sometimes close, sometimes far, sometimes next door. Jock became my best friend but, owing to the nature of his job, working in an unlit corridor of a prison built in the 1800’s at night, I never saw his face, and to this day I don’t know what he looks like. This story is about him, some of the men we lost and me