Before the show had even started, there was a show.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this recital.
The pews were almost full; swathes had come out to enjoy the mellow sounds of that beautiful instrument, the cello.
The Blue Man basement was quiet, and velvety.
It was chilly in the church.
I assumed this show would be a pant-wetter.
I’ll try not to crack ‘What the Dickens?’ jokes, but this show left me feeling like a slug on tranquilizers.
Ryan the Lion’s flying pants landed on my head.
A mass of pink and red strode onto the stage.
The bog roll projector screen was novel.
As a Bard-olator, I was keen to see this show.
This is one of the oddest true stories you will ever hear.
Orkestra del Sol are mesmerising.
Members of the audience buzzed in and out of the Bee’s Mouth downstairs theatre.
Chamber Music had a small turn out in beautiful St Nicholas’ Church.
Contradicting the title, the Devil’s Baroque dance came first.
This trio’s cutesy introduction, complete with Velcro and cardboard cut-out numbers, was charming.
This show is mind-boggling from start to finish.