Most of us all know the story of the Nativity; for many, it's a staple of Christmastime in Britain, along with mince pies, selection boxes, Wizzard and tinsel. We've all known the thrill of being picked to play Mary or Joseph, and the crushing disappointment – or relief! – of being the tree, or one of a whole flock of sheep.
Andrew Scott seems very much the man of the moment, both on screen and on stage. Before he was the Hot Priest in Fleabag, he was the unnervingly charming-yet-sinister Moriarty in Sherlock. You may also have spotted him in Black Mirror, Pride and His Dark Materials. But enough of me listing his filmography; I'm not IMDB.
Since moving to Southampton a decade ago, the city has continually impressed me and seems to have come on leaps and bounds in terms of its cultural offerings. Now, another jewel has been added to our city's treasures.
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.
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!
It's a funny thing, opening the door to be face-to-breast with a completely naked stranger.
Well, we're officially over halfway through 2019! Here's what kept me busy over the last few weeks.
I miss stepping away from the screen, getting my hands messy, and thinking about what things look like, rather than sound like. So when local artist Bex Willis invited me along to experiment with a completely new (to me!) style of art at one of her Cyanotype Workshops, I couldn't RSVP quick enough!
It's been a few years since I read Khaled Hosseini's A Thousand Splendid Suns; but I remember being so incredibly moved by the story. So when the stage adaptation arrived at Nuffield Southampton Theatres at the end of its UK tour, I was very keen to see it – and, I'll admit, I had to remind myself of the plot a little beforehand too.