Thoughts on The Guardian’s cancellation of Lyn Gardner’s blog contract

If you’re reading this you’ve probably seen already; Lyn Gardner’s contract at The Guardian will change as of the 1st April. She will continue to write and review as their second-string critic covering much…

48 hours of joy-seeking in Santarcangelo

I have a love-hate relationship with London. The things we put ourselves through just to…

On being middle-class

whatever that means.

Boredom and boners in The Red Barn

I don’t think it ruins the occasion to advertise the fact that Debicki strips to the waist at one crucial point, summoning memories of Nicole Kidman in David Hare’s version of Schnitzler’s La Ronde, The Blue Room, a generation ago. I suspect this adaptation possesses a…

13 for 2018

It’s been a big year. I left my job, moved out of London, put my first book together, and somehow still haven’t fucked up my PhD (yet)…

Anatomy of a Suicide

I’m not going to get into a game of What Is Feminist And What Isn’t…

Phobiarama is fucking brilliant

And I’m about to tell you what happens in it, so if you’re planning to go, think carefully before you keep reading.

5 times I tried to write about Cock and Bull

1:

Summer and Smoke

First things first: how great is it to see a Tom Scutt design in action again?! I sometimes worry that since he’s returned from…