Autumn has well and truly arrived. The rain has been almost relentless over the last week, the skies are perpetually grey, and all of a sudden the pavements are darker and damper and coated in leaves.
Last weekend I had four shows in a row; this means four late nights, four ways of saying a show was good (or bad!), and four more programmes to add to my collection. It was intense, and tiring, but so, so worth it!
It's incredible how one woman on a bar stool can captivate an audience for almost two hours solid with just pure and simple storytelling, no props and minimal sound effects. It's a testament to Waller-Bridge's performance, which has the audience in limbo somewhere between heartbreak and hilarity.
Yes, you read correctly. I've been blogging on here for three whole years! So here's a little something to say thank you.
That day finally came this week when I went to see the stage adaptation of The Woman in Black at Nuffield Southampton Theatres, as a reviewer for Broadway World UK. I took my seat and settled down (with my hands almost over my eyes) ready to be thrilled and chilled.
This month, I was back in the studio at BBC Radio Solent to celebrate autumn through poetry.
I apologise too much. It's not a good thing – but I still maintain that I'd rather be sorry than not.
Ladies, gentlemen, and those who haven’t made their mind up yet…you are in for one hell of a ride! This is a production with both soul and sole.
Books about marriage, films about Springsteen, paintings of poets and articles on Friends; all the stuff and nonsense I consumed and loved last month.
Many of us grew up watching puppets on screen who helped us to navigate the world and learn our ABCs. Now that we're adults, we're still learning, but there are seemingly no friendly, furry friends to offer advice and amusement. Except...there are. And they live on Avenue Q!