Women were created so that men would take showers.
To trim a Shakespearean romantic comedy into a playable one hour takes skill, to stage it in the very compact C Cubed theatre takes that, some very slim actors and I think, coff…
What would it take for a parent to sacrifice their own child? In Infant, parents Cooper and Lilly give up their four year old for an unnamed crime to the authorities, ostensibly to…
Hamlet is such a murky, obstinate text that so refuses definitive interpretation that a point is sometimes made that Shakespeare probably created a play greater than himself.
The surreal, imaginative landscape of Chris Harrison’s Last Night Things Happened is a journey to the implausible, back-flipping through the nonsensical, spiraling into the whims…
Three women are outside on the subterranean patio.
Gemma swims in the same sea of pettiness that often engulfs our lives.
Rough is a tone poem riff of a play by Grace Dyas, dipping, dodging, repeating phrases, swimming in the same stream of consciousness sea as Frisco beatnik poets, ripped up Cosmo p…
What would you do if your partner began to spend a lot of time with someone you never met? There’d be trouble.
Looking for a break from the more filthy, vulgar, invective-laced offerings of the fringe? Feel like something, say, divine? Clean? Well, have I got the show for you.
The world is being run over by fat children.
Just what else can you do with a bed? Bedtime Stories brings nine short vignettes that aim to explore just that.
Who is Fergus Kilpatrick, by Jose Miguel Jimenez, is a Russian Doll of a story.
If you’ve been in a relationship for a few years, you’ll know that sex is at risk of becoming well.
What if you found out that the same young girl/boy you see at the bus stop everyday fantasized about having sex with you? It’s a very uncomfortable thought.
The key to the ‘The Girls of Slender Means’ is a poem.
Freefall is a stylish, sophisticated drama about the prejudice of loss.
Don’t tell me about Chekhov, said my South American companion, declining an invitation to Anatomy of a Seagull.
It’s not often you would describe a story about shit as one of life-affirming transcendent beauty, but the moral fable ‘The Dandelion Story’ is all that and more.
I once heard about a man who, minutes from planning to end his life, went into a shop to get whatever last-second things the destitute buy; pen and pad, a Bounty bar, twenty Major …
There’s a point in the torpid Last Train From Holyhead when the actor, Mick Lally, is left alone on stage waiting, it appears, for a light cue.
At King’s Cross station once, I witnessed the mugging of an elderly lady.
I promised I wouldn’t ogle.
Three women, a triptych of three generations, sit apart, facing you on the stage.
‘The people who are fond of visiting lunatic asylums are few in this world’ says Chekov in his famous anti-intellectual story, ‘Ward No.
Jack is in France, staying in a tent with the lads.
Lisa Tierney-Keogh’s Four Last Things is an evocative, but turbid, journey through the Irish country landscape and all unspoken things.
I had a crazy neighbor once in New York who used to leave his rubbish in a shared hall despite written objections slipped under his door.