A celebration of the enduring friendship between the brilliant and tragic composer and war poet, Ivor Gurney, and Marion Scott, writer and trailblazer of women musicians, written a…
What do you do when Ms Alzheimer’s – a hideous and befanged monster – comes to live with you? Local author and journalist, Susan Elkin, talks about her new book, …
What if your favourite characters didn’t quite like the way they were written? What if they decided enough was enough? When an unnamed author is found dead, his characters are br…
Ivor B Gurney and Marion M Scott had a very special friendship.
A celebration of the friendship between the First World War poet and composer, Ivor Gurney, and violinist, musicologist and champion of women musicians, Marion Scott.
Romancero Books with the support of the Office for Cultural and Scientific Affairs of the Spanish Embassy in London presents the Festival of Queer Spanish Literature in London…
Celebrating the friendship between composer and war poet, Ivor Gurney, and musician and first woman music critic, Marion Scott; written and performed by Jan Carey.
Brighton’s Storyland Press is a place where the story comes first, regardless of genre or where it sits on the commercial/literary spectrum.
As though the Märchen of the Brothers Grimm weren’t harrowing enough, Another Soup’s production of the classic Sleeping Beauty renders this tale even bleaker and more upsetting.
Exhilarating, ethereal dance/theatre, fusing movement, music, words to evoke the mysterious landscape of the Fens, celebrating a community fading from view.
In a new adaptation of Luigi Pirandello’s disturbing masterpiece, Cambridge ADC chop, change and miss the point entirely.
Shrewsbury School here lives up to its gleaming reputation with a technically flawless production.
I don’t know where these guys have been hiding - well, I do: South Africa - but they sure know how to bring it.
This show was difficult to review.
Looking for emotional charge? If so, this new musical blows everything else out of the water.
Gordonstoun’s bears the hallmarks of a high school offering: mixed ability and tampering with the script to give kids fairer parts.
When Tim FitzHigham and Duncan Walsh Atkins took to the stage as Flanders and Swann in their dashing tuxedos, I mentally groaned and waited for the crooning to start.
The question on my lips for the first few minutes: what on God’s earth is he doing? In very few words, Greg is telling Doris Day to take a running jump.
Bringing a musical to the Fringe is no mean feat, nor is coordinating a rabble of small children.
Yes! This is everything you, I, everyone wants in a musical.
An author, two actors and an audience member discuss Tim Crouchs last play, an unnamed and violence-filled two-person production whose effects on the actors and writer are slowly…
Heaven knows it’s tough enough trying to get a job in these economic times without the daunting prospect of a cut-throat arena where every other candidate is your ultimate nemesis.
The Fringe guide listing for this performance promises an ‘exuberant’ show full of ‘impassioned vocals’ and ‘Senegalese soul’.
With acting instrumentalists, declarations of “Colour! Light!” and a lead called Bobby, I feared I was about to see a bad Sondheim knock-off.
Bernard and Miranda are living in marital bliss with their snail children.
Besides me, the modest audience comprised exclusively of people ‘of a certain age’.
After last year’s successful Fringe offerings, One Academy Productions became a firm favourite of mine.
Few things can silence a crowd.
In a suitably dank place, a darkly comic tone is set by this troupe’s exploration of the less glamorous elements of the entertainment industry, tempered somewhat by more light-hear…
Macbeth (I’m not afraid to name it; there’s nothing vaguely Scottish about this production) is a play that most everyone encounters at some point in their lives.
The Butterfly Effect is possibly the strangest gig I’ve ever been to, even by Steampunk standards.
The intense naturalism of this piece is realised in the staging.
Never before have I seen G&S performed so well; too often is it synonymous with G&T, churned out rambunctiously by red-faced socialites clustered around a piano.