The Big I Am ends with an over-long musing about death and the non-existence of God. Which feels somehow wrong in a play that, for the most part, crackles with so much life. A slice of death was of course inevitable in this...
Read MoreSometimes it happens that certain playwrights have a ‘moment’, a period during which their work suddenly taps into the creative consciousness bubbling just beneath our feet and causes multiple dramatic fountains to burst...
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It may be only in its first year but SCENE – Manchester’s box-fresh festival of LGBTQ+...
Read MoreIt’s an afternoon of images. It’s an afternoon of love. The images are both actual and imagined. Many of the former are black and white, full of smiles and scowls and twinkling eyes, rescued fragments of decades past. The latter...
Read MoreAt the turn of the 1980s, at the height of the Cold War, my school English class had a debate. It was an age of genuine nuclear terror – we had a much-thumbed copy of the terrifyingly deadpan civil defence leaflet Protect and...
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