‘Why can’t I be an ‘equalist’?’ my partner asked me for the umpteenth time on our way to Andrew Watts’ work in progress Feminism for Chaps.
I greatly admire Union Music Store’s mission to bring their home-grown acts to the masses – a labour of love and angst warding off cynics like me, to be sure.
In the immortal words of Kanye West, ‘no one man should have all that power’.
I was relieved when Sailor (Matt Robertson) ran onstage starkers, as I was pretty sure that the stage adaptation of Magic Mike wouldn’t require the pen and soggy bit of paper I�…
With a title too ripe to ignore, Abigoliah is definitely working on it.
Little Mary is sugar and spice, with a side of vice.
Ah, I always enjoy watching the English parody the French.
Arthur, a doctor sheltering in a besieged city, wants to do ‘something useful.
I sit here, chastised, after trying to prove to myself that I could still juggle using eggs filled with jelly beans.
Let’s see, how can I describe this one? There are a couple of socks that like to sing (up high, mind).
Like a bit of ragtime? Classic tunes from 1912? Henry Mancini ballads in four-part harmony? You’d be in luck with the animated stylings of the Sussex Harmonisers, a nearly 50-…
After taking a long and most likely raucous roadtrip from Hull, the Scarlet’s bawdy songs and skits were a welcome burst of sun on an otherwise dour day.
From the moment the Sally Bowles-esque Bernadette Byrne and creepy Lautrecian cross-dresser Victor Victoria hit the tiny stage, I had four questions in mind.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman in her mid-thirties with a PhD in quantum physics must be in want of a husband.
Backed by ethereal, moody themes produced by the aptly titled Ragged Ragtime Band, Rex Ingram’s silent film version of The Magician was brought up from the vault to revel in the …
Sussex teachers turned out in force after rolling about in catnip for this topical show which features frustrated educator Andy Thomas on the verge of chucking it all in.
First of all, there were no handmade puppets.
We were repeatedly warned, by the man himself, that Sarfraz Manzoor is not, nor will he ever be, a comedian.
With voices and instruments merging in an arresting tableau, DumbWise’s production of Faust was a visual and aural onslaught.
Someone was plied with Echo Falls and Premium French Lager before curtains up - and it ain’t Puck (though I’d pay to see him have a crack at it later on in the run).
With a name like Femme Fatale Theatre, I went in expecting some hard-hitting feminist, or at least femme-friendly, fare.
I was impressed by the summary this show boasts, breezily claiming to encapsulate the bulky genres of contemporary dance, comedy and social commentary in a neat hour.
Since West Side Story was my first ever pocket-money album purchase, I am unbelievably, unreasonably touchy about its treatment onstage and off.
First things first: if you’re not the Stones, you should start on time.