“Sometimes we have to take care of things we’re frightened of. Sometimes we’re stuck with things we don’t like. How do you know you have what it takes?” Our New Girl – or We Need To Talk About Daniel, as … Continue reading →

Thomas is scared. He’s been hearing voices in the middle of the night and seeing things: visions of his father, who disappeared weeks ago without a word. His mother dismisses them as dreams and fantasies generated by a young mind … Continue reading →

The last night of Chelsea Theatre’s SACRED season presented the electric performance duo Othon & Tomasini along with supporting act Laura Moody and a guest appearance by Marc Almond. As Laura Moody began the night with her cello, her experimental … Continue reading →

Last week I visited Chelsea Theatre for the second night of its SACRED season. And as I arrived at the World’s End location, I had plainly forgotten the cardinal rule of this venue: banish all sense of expectation because yet … Continue reading →

“No son of mine will marry a Catholic,” proclaims John, the obdurate old patriarch of the Protestant Rainey family, at the beginning of this century-old play. So… can you guess what’s going to happen? Yes, so can I. (The clue’s … Continue reading →

Tom works in advertising. It’s a temporary thing; a means to an end. But when he begins to be seduced by the glamour of the industry, cosying up to corrupt pharmaceuticals giants instead of – as originally planned – ‘saving … Continue reading →

And so, yet another Edinburgh Fringe Festival draws to a close. It’s been fun. And it’s been wet. But if you’re still up there, you’ve got until Monday to go and see anything you might have missed. Here are a … Continue reading →

I’m up in my hometown of Edinburgh for a week or two. It’s Festival time. So, of course, it is raining. But I’ve been braving the persistent drizzle, trudging cheerfully, if soggily, down the wet cobbled lanes of the Old … Continue reading →

Recently, I’ve been wondering if there was any correlation between the levels of sunshine in London and the frequency of my hangovers. Or perhaps, it has more to do with the serendipitous seasonal fortune bestowed upon party organisers specialising in … Continue reading →

On the surface, King’s Road may seem like a known entity. Its charms are all pretty obvious, aren’t they? Not quite. What about the secrets that lie behind Chelsea’s more private addresses? KingsRoadRocks reports. Recently, I went on a Blue … Continue reading →