As we wandered down Brighton Beach to one of our favourite pre-show haunts (The Loading Bar), we were stopped in our tracks by the shocking news that it had been hired out for a corporate event! Disappointed but by no... Continue Reading →
I swear we didn’t pick this show because of the poster. I know we’ve been guilty of that at the Fringe (totally justified, by the way), but this time, that was not the case… That said, is this not one... Continue Reading →
London gets cold this time of year: the darkness falls fast and there is an extra bite to the wind. You begin to notice these things far more when you are stood outside a venue, that you can’t get into,... Continue Reading →
King's Cross may be the worst meeting place in rush-hour London. Every Tube heading there is more sardine can than mode of transport, and the local bars aren't much better. But with pals coming in from Essex, Mayfair, and Harrow,... Continue Reading →
‘Twas the final day of the Fringe, when all through the townNot a creature was stirring, not even a clown... Yes, that was an unnecessarily dramatic opening, but I’m honestly never sure how to describe the actual 'final day of... Continue Reading →
