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Once We Lived Here

Advertising material for shows promising the Earth on a plate for just a few of your hard earned pounds seems to be the norm nowadays. Reading a qu...
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Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

There's an inbuilt problem with screen to stage adaptations, especially those destined for the musical stage. Ideally you need a film that hardly anyo...
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I Can’t Sing!

There's a brilliantly excoriating satire to be written on the get-rich-quick-without-doing-the-leg-work world of 'Talent Show Television', and in part...
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Urinetown The Musical

I usually submit my reviews on the day I see the show. I offer this observation not as some badge of pride that I’m able to throw together 750 words b...
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Lost Boy

There are games you play when your mind wanders in a theatre. One of my favourites is to wonder what the cast I’m watching should actually be performi...
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The Mistress Cycle

It's a curious place, The Landor. On the one hand this little powerhouse of a theatre above a pub a couple of minutes away from Clapham North undergro...
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The A to Z of Mrs P

There's an awful lot to like about The A to Z of Mrs P, the new musical with book by Diane Samuels, and music and lyrics by Gwyneth Herbert, which has...
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Kiss me, Figaro!

There are some things in life which seem like a really good idea over a couple of glasses of chardonnay and yet, in the cold light of artistic executi...