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