From the tainted rear view mirror of middle age, it’s tempting to sneer at Mollie Semple’s one-woman show; a Fleabag
The First Modern Man is a great evening in stimulating company.
J.P Wooler’s Victorian comediettas still have something to say about male and female courtship, says Ed Whitfield.
Square Rounds at the Finborough Theatre is sheer poetry, says Ed Whitfield.
W.H Auden and Christopher Isherwood’s classic play couldn’t be more potent on the road to Brexit.
The years have been kind to H.J. Byron’s witty farce, now playing at the Finborough Theatre.
Private Dicks are out and Private Vaginas in, in Double Infemnity.
You say you want a revolution, huh? Well the Vault Festival has just the thing.
You don’t have to be a wild boar (or a critic) to enjoy Wild Bore.