This is what I think of the world.
My partner travels often for work. One week, he’ll be summoned to attend an event in South East Asia, and the next a conference in Africa or a workshop retreat in South America. Jetting from London, his (our) home, and back in fleeting bursts. Sometimes weeks, often days, he’ll return and we will be reunited, whether for mere moments or months before his next trip.
Read MoreAs one emerges from Tottenham Court Road station, a new icon has been erected, its marque luminous and digital, its black exterior fitting for the location on the edge of Soho. It’s the first new theatre in London’s West End for half a century, and unusually for theatre in the Capital, it’s a rare ‘in-the-rounds’ stage: @sohoplace.
It feels slightly too modern, out of place, new. Alas, this isn’t a bad thing as it challenges the concept of West End theatre we know and love. And just as fitting is the first show running here: Marvellous.
Read MoreIn the upstairs room of a pub, a short walk from Clapham High Street, a collective of creatives set up to showcase a work in progress of their latest project: Patience is a Verb. The Burning Attic team, and the research they’ve collected, forms a production that shines a light firmly on a key issue for trans and non-binary people, telling the modern day ‘Waiting for Godot’ story about the struggles to access the health services needed.
Read MoreAfter an evening of drinking a little bit too much, there are two things that can help. Firstly, a good lie in. Secondly, the nearest patisserie or boulangerie. Fortunately, both were available this morning. And whilst it might be tempting to find and try all the top rated – numerous bakeries proclaim proudly the year their croissant won ‘best’ – as a Brit in France, can you really tell the difference? We found a cute little cafe nestled down a side street near our hotel called Pâtisserie Emma Duvéré that served, along with pastries, delicious coffee marking the start of the first full day in Paris.
Read MoreIt seems to have been a while since I travelled, let alone wrote about travelling. But somewhat on a whim, and somewhat out of necessity, I booked an impromptu trip to France, anchored around spending time at my friend’s holiday home on the northern edge of the Occitanie. Instead of flying or driving, I’ve endeavoured to travel by train instead. The following series of posts document this trip, highlighting the different things that filled my itinerary each day. If you have any questions, please get in touch.
Read MoreWe deserve our stories to be told. We deserve to have our experience listened to and our trauma played out in order to not only heal and mend ourselves, but protect the generations that take over and walk in our footsteps. It’s why theatre, contemporary pieces that exist in pub theatres and on the fringe, are so important, so fundamental to our collective struggle towards success.
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