Harry Clayton-Wright has made a magnificent hour of theatrical storytelling that his mum should DEFINITELY never see. From graphic self-porn to personal revelations, Sex Education is a laugh out loud show with some thoughtful audience participation and a stunning climax.
Do you remember your first time? Nathaniel Hall certainly does, and finally, he is willing to share it all.
Resplendent in Dad drag, Leyla Josephine's solo show gets off to a hilarious start. More stand up than play at first, "Daddy" opens with a rap that highlights both the strengths and foibles of the typical dad, luring the audience into the palm of her hand. It is only once we are fully drawn in that the cracks begin to show and reality seeps in.
Helen and Diana have been friends for a long time, but what happens when they start to think their feelings run a bit deeper? When a friendship becomes an affair - where do the boundaries lie? Playwright Elisabeth Lewerenz has written a tight and fun two-hander looking at a pair of idiosyncratic young women exploring... Continue Reading →
A powerful, punchy new piece from Mika Johnson, Pink Lemonade is a heartfelt collection of the performers experiences in life and love. Incorporating spoken word, physical theatre and Johnson’s irrepressible energy, this engaging solo show is full of wit and pathos.
Based on the lived experience of the play’s actors, who all came to the UK between 2013 and 2015 as unaccompanied asylum-seeking children, Pizza Shop Heroes is a story about male and cultural identity, as well as the roots and routes of migration.
Seemingly answering the question, "what ever happened to Breathless Mahoney?", Ty Jeffries' alter ego is back in Scotland's capital and as unapologetic as ever. A tight hour of classic cabaret, with lines that are witty interspersing tragicomic ditties, Miss Springs' pared-down show is just her, a keyboard and a LOT of sequins and feathers.
It was a sweltering 38+ degrees celsius (100+ fahrenheit) outside so I grabbed a last minute ticket to the Soho Theatre on the promise of air-conditioning and showtunes. Turns out the air-con was either not working, or was so weak it made no difference. So I wasn’t exactly excited to sit through an hour and... Continue Reading →
Peter Shaffer’s Equus is as dark and complex as ever in this London revival, throwing god, sex, psychology and horses into a heady mix. I promise, I won’t make any “horse-hung” jokes. Throwing religious repression and sex together has always been an intoxicating mix, from classic plays like Spring Awakening to the early hits of... Continue Reading →
