We burn witches
I had the chance to see The xx some years back when they weren’t very famous and it was easy to get a spot near the stage. It was at the Latitude Festival in Suffolk, one of the loveliest, most laid-back music weekends I’ve ever had the good fortune to attend. But I didn’t see the band.Read the full story..
For months after I read Sebastian Faulks’ novel Birdsong, I was haunted by feelings of claustrophobia. His retelling of the horrors experienced by the tunnellers during the First World War stayed with me to the extent that I have never felt ready to re-read the book.Read the full story..
On a muggy evening in central Manchester, I found myself in the uncomfortable position of confronting the ghosts of my past. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only one experiencing unnerving flashbacks to a time when acid house, poppers and day-glow were part of everyday life.Read the full story..
When you think of Harold Pinter‘s plays, what comes to mind? The Pinter Pause? Naturally. Dysfunctional relationships? Probably. Brutal dialogue? Maybe. But what about humour? Last night, at the Royal Exchange’s production of The Birthday Party, I was reminded of how funny Pinter could be.Read the full story..
Freerange Comedy Festival at Brewery Arts Centre Kendal
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