tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104592042012-02-16T15:15:19.029ZCorinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.comBlogger8441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-26690103550883819552012-01-11T13:29:00.000Z2012-01-11T13:42:14.491Z

For info on the dressSTORY project see here. The One Sponsored by Wimbledon. The facts: 2008, Oasis Purchased: £40 in Oasis Sale in Autumn 2008 When I left the West Yorkshire Playhouse after just over three years of dealing with people projectile vomiting working in the FOH department, along with the cake and coffee and a good proportion of the vodka that could be supplied by North Bar I was

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Bit of an easy start given the fact that I am currently totally in love with hoop art and, after the ever reliable heart shaped lavender scented bag, hoop-stuff was my most gifted Christmas present. This one was a not-mentioning-the-b-word present for @arexx. It's basically trains and a lyric from Kate Bush's "50 words for snow". Random - probably a little bit, but for a boy who likes trains and

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-21312378784501443822012-01-07T19:00:00.000Z2012-01-07T19:26:40.045Z

Because I should have these out there to shame me into doing them. 1. Read Ulysses. This was definitely on my list of resolutions in 2007 and 2008. Having failed to even read one page I put this aside for a while and then, in 2011, I concocted a plan to read 3 pages a day from Bloomsday onwards and thus I would finish reading Ulysses in a year. And y'know what? It was going well until I

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"I've got a present for you" Arsenal Fan says as we sit opposite each other on a Northern Line train. "How exciting" I respond as he begins to go through the contents of his bag. And then pulls out a copy of The Metro. "Oooh" (It should be noted this isn't my standard response to being offered a battered copy of a free newspaper - I have some standards - but I have an inkling as to what might

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Every so often Breakfast Club Boy pushes some music my way which won't result in my having earache for the following three days. Thurston Moore's album came with some disdainful commentary on my taste in such matters but, apparently, "if you're a man and you decide you must sing about your feelings and make an album with an acoustic guitar then this is as good as it's ever going to be". Given

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"And that sweet city with her dreaming spires She needs not June for her heightening." Oh, yes, Oxford. You still have it.

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The blog post I wrote about hoarding made me think harder about stories and histories and all the ones that go unrecorded and disappear. Combine this with my urge to catalogue and the fact I'm wanting to have some running threads on here to help me back into this 'being a good blogger' lark and dressSTORY was born. The deal is - for each dress I own I will catalogue it with a story/history/

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It's worth noting: I am not a public sector worker. But then nor was I a student when I joined the NUS march last autumn, or equally pertinently, when I got charged at by horses on the day the tuition fee bill was passed. I do, however, fundamentally disagree with many (most?) of the values espoused by the current Government. What Cameron and Osborne are engaged in (and the Lib Dems are

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Mike and Ollie to cater our next house party. Tickets for all the Philip Ridley goodness taking place next year. (And, since we're here, you could throw in tickets to Matilda, Babel and Zach Braff's play* too). Some really, really good cake. Some wooden clothes pegs (seriously). A fully functioning immune system (oh hello, cold number 27 of the year thus far) New bedsocks (if we're being

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-81999501193599075942011-11-27T14:43:00.001Z2011-11-27T15:28:54.591Z

Temporary Housemate (The 2nd) puts his head around the living room door. It is 1:00am. Myself, Arsenal Fan and Purple are in the midst of our (almost traditional) late night reality tv catchup. Temporary Housemate (The 2nd) betrays only mild confusion at the realisation that this is how we have chosen to spend our Saturday evening. I mentally commend him for this. Purple gestures: "You can

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For posterity let it be noted: I HAVE EATEN SOMETHING THAT IS NOT TOAST AND MY BODY HAS NOT REPELLED IT. Also: nine hours sleep (minus the bit where I woke up because my stomach felt like it was going to explode) and no weird dreams. Plus: Mine and The East Ender's pickled red cabbage experiment is complete and has worked. Obviously I can't actually eat it currently but, as pickling novices,

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-87676319467438414252011-11-25T19:46:00.000Z2011-11-25T20:21:58.375Z

Tonight I should be at Chelsea Theatre watching Action Hero's Frontman. After 13 hours of sleep filled with oddly vivid dreams (though any form of remembered dream is odd to me and my dream-forgetting-brain) and a diet that still predominantly consists of toast based produce I have had to conclude that whilst I might be able to drag my body to Wednesday matinees the chance of either my ears

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-50127872170858052242011-11-24T21:48:00.000Z2011-11-24T22:15:35.565Z

"And, judgemental as this may be, I don't entirely trust people who exist without stuff"*. I've been saying it as a flourish, the obvious point being that I am most definitely a stuff person. I come from a family of stuff people. My house may not quite be at the get-a-documentary-crew-in-here-to-question-why-you-have-seventeen-unused-coffee-makers-and-haven't-seen-your-floor-since-1997 stage but

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-69492109497507132962011-11-23T21:23:00.000Z2011-11-23T22:22:25.275Z

Now I've progressed to a diet that predominantly consists of toast (we're not going to talk about how much I would like a coffee. Almost enough to risk what it would do to my currently very delicate digestive system. Almost.) and I have exhausted the number of episodes of America's Next Top Model which you're legally allowed to watch in any 48 hour period I decided to seek comfort in the form of

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-90426634693500670092011-11-22T20:49:00.000Z2011-11-22T21:18:29.859Z

To cut a long story short (and leave you without anecdotes about my digestive system), I have today accepted that I might be ill and thus have permission to stay indoors and do lazy stuff. If you take out the bit where I sobbed for about 30 minutes whilst watching Gareth Malone Empower Women Through The Magic of Song today has mainly looked like: I realise I am, once again, plunging myself into

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-40901392524302857432011-11-18T22:47:00.001Z2011-11-18T22:56:51.260Z

I'm not sure what the official line is on the number of times you can listen to an album on loop before your housemates/ neighbours/ everyone who can see your spotify plays via Facebook stage an intervention. There is the distinct possibility that I have exceeded this limit several times over with the new Florence + The Machine album and I am on some blacklist for obsessional listeners. But, oh,

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-51976532347965701652011-11-17T14:00:00.000Z2011-11-17T14:52:03.895Z

"Do you know what day it is tomorrow?" I ask and then, without waiting for a reply, immediately answer my own question: "VEG BOX DAY". Seemingly my late twenties have brought with them an irresistible urge to sew, ponder interior decoration and get excited about veg boxes. Coming on the back of the discoveries that I now prefer red to white wine, am a coffee snob and have opinions on quilting

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-30953934057190737732011-11-16T16:18:00.001Z2011-11-16T16:57:37.191Z

Someone commented in an offhand way a couple of weeks ago that I was looking lovely at the moment and thus was clearly an Autumn/Winter person. Let's put aside the fact that this means for the other six months of the year the implication is that I do not look lovely (though the state that Edinburgh Fringe left me in might make this a fair comment) and take the compliment. And, really, any

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-17114265692669927532011-11-15T20:47:00.001Z2011-11-15T22:27:35.442Z

I am standing in the shed-meets-workshop-meets-random-room-at-the-bottom-of-the-garden that exists in my shared house. For brevity's sake we shall now forever more refer to it as "the den" because this is the shorthand the house declared long before I moved in. Next to me is my newest housemate, The East Ender. We are standing in silence contemplating the enormity of what we are going to do. "I

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It's 12.30am in the bar of the Cavendish Arms. I've drunk quite a bit of mulled apple juice and rum (it is served in china teacups! I intend to start doing this at home). BillyTheKid has performed a five minute standup set which involved an elaborate extended rant on missing Jenga pieces. And now, because I am nothing if not conforming to type, I am having what we shall call an exchange of

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The last fortnight has looked a bit like:Somewhat accidentally Arsenal Fan and I have been on something of a Mike Bartlett kick in the last fortnight. For Arsenal Fan’s birthday I’d fashioned a voucher promising him a trip to the National Theatre and he’d made noises about seeing The Kitchen and I’d umm-ed and gone “if we must” in a way that betrayed that though this was his birthday present and

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-42155757672918692122011-09-06T15:30:00.004+01:002011-09-06T16:58:30.319+01:00

I'm going to write up a couple of actually thought out blogs about making work at the Edinburgh Fringe (and, since it's one of my pet blogging topics, about REVIEWING in Edinburgh) but, first up, I thought I'd get my personal memories out of the way. I've even made a playlist of what my Edinburgh Fringe sounded like because this is what I do.(Okay, I realise it is some months since I have blogged

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-23491127983725185272011-04-30T12:30:00.005+01:002011-05-01T14:33:24.229+01:00

Not for the first time in my life it struck me that I would have been utterly confused during the Civil War (yes, these are situations I do ponder). For I am, without doubt or hesitation, a Republican (when I pointed this out in the middle of Pizza Express on Wednesday evening Dean almost choked on his one-olive pizza. His response is probably worth my republicanism alone). I don't need to go

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-26623953574941073702011-03-16T16:17:00.005Z2011-03-16T16:58:04.639Z

“Do you know what happened today?” I ask in a pitch somewhere between my BREADSTICK! and DELFONT MACKINTOSH SERVER voice.“Go on” Breakfast Club Boy says. Fleetingly, and silently, I commend his bravery for letting me continue.“My blog was ASSOCIATED WITH TIE DYE BY A JOURNALIST”.There is a second pause before the laugh comes. Albeit a laugh tinged with the knowledge that I am going to start

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-53977424208491894332011-02-13T22:00:00.001Z2011-02-13T22:39:28.307Z

"You can't try and tell me that Soho Theatre is a fringe venue".I look across at Breakfast Club Boy."As I've set out on the blog - the rules are-"BCBoy stops me. "I've read the rules and your attempt to justify them."Bugger. I forget he does stuff like read this blog."Also - I don't like the pizzas at the Lyric Hammersmith. They're overpriced."Suddenly, everyone's a critic.In an ideal blog

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-90130777276380908202011-02-10T16:48:00.008Z2011-02-10T17:23:54.108Z

Let me throw something out there before I write my response to Matt Trueman’s post on the Guardian Theatre Blog. Trueman’s someone who, as a theatre critic (and indeed the owner of a blog), I respect. I enjoy reading his long-form criticism (criticism which his blog allows the space for). I think he writes intelligently and articulately about theatre, something I rate quite highly. And the note

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-83605375119651498562011-01-28T22:12:00.003Z2011-01-28T23:09:01.850Z

I have begun to wonder how quickly this seems to come around. Possibly it worries more than my actual birthday (a week ago exactly, should you be wondering, though you most likely weren’t and, anyway, your complete ignorance of this probably makes you better off than the person who had me explain to them that whilst Christmas and my birthday might be relatively close and they might have made me

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-58641089132519423202011-01-24T20:03:00.006Z2011-01-24T21:20:56.584Z

A couple of weeks ago I saw this in my twitter stream:If you were paying attention you'll know that I visited the New Diorama as venue six of 52:52 (yes, I know I'm behind with writing up my venues - I'm on it). If it wasn't obvious I got a bit of a crush on them in the process. And do you know how thrilled I was when they won an award at the Peter Brook Awards? So thrilled I did a little dance

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-45279364987953114192011-01-23T14:50:00.007Z2011-01-23T16:29:19.613Z

“Could someone explain what “It”, which is the same as “Tag”, is?” The boy James asks, all striped pyjamas and restless limbs.BillytheKid stands up.“Tell everyone [BillyTheKid]”(I was going to write there that it strikes me at this point that BillyTheKid has a story appropriate name. But obviously BillyTheKid is not that name. So it’s not appropriate at all. But trust me – BillyTheKid’s actual

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Maybe I was being a little harsh when I posted the following on twitter (not to mention: HEAR THE SUBTEXT THAT I AM CURRENTLY LIVING ON THE SOUTH BANK):But, y'know, it truly was the thing that excited me most about the entire evening.Theatre can be (and should be) many things. I got my fair degree of mocking whilst doing my MA for the fact that I adore Stoppard and Shakespeare (and have a deeply

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-30102226874938119982011-01-12T19:37:00.011Z2011-01-12T22:41:26.641Z

I'm not entirely proud to say that the following was born out of competitive present giving. I was going on about the things I was making as Christmas presents and Breakfast Club Boy responded with both a 'pah' (though more energetically depicted) and "that's easy". And then he suggested that, so easy was it, that we should make each other a cushion as a Christmas present, the key being it had to

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-26608604975706829592011-01-09T19:48:00.004Z2011-01-09T20:10:51.883Z

“If I were in charge everyone who was interested in a ticket would be made to submit the number of plays they’d seen in the last year, along with the number of Shakespeare productions they’d seen in this period, this would be put into some complex algorithm and would result in people getting tickets in an orderly and fair manner. Under this we’d have got our tickets at 9:00am THIS MORNING”.It’s

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-43121462547430437512011-01-09T19:34:00.004Z2011-01-09T19:45:58.530Z

“Next to the aisle – easy escape” BillyTheKid notes.I tut, exhale sharply and roll my eyes (all at the same time) because this is a continuation of a debate I seem to be having with worrying regularity. Breakfast Club Boy and I loudly disagreed about it whilst getting semi lost in Edinburgh and now I am riffing on the theme with BillyTheKid.For – I have never left a theatre performance before it

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-11430545743895142072010-12-31T20:01:00.002Z2010-12-31T20:11:05.281Z

What is that I hear? The panic of a month without a blog post?Naughty.I've a plethora of 52:52 venues to write up (if by plethora you can mean: six) and a half finished oh-my-god-I-saw-over-a-hundred-theatre-shows-in-2010 blog post that largely concerns the excellent and the terrible and not much in between (but then, that's how you remember things ultimately isn't it?).Also - there has been a

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It is worrying that I am merely a couple of months into 52:52 and already I am being filled with joy at the thought of a venue that is merely a bus ride away from my house. Oh, Oval House theatre. Thank you. You do not know how much my soul (and my oyster pre-pay account) owes you. Not just because there is a bus but because - I can get a bus pretty much from my door to your door. In my life as

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-10139615673629140392010-11-18T12:02:00.000Z2010-11-18T12:45:22.530Z

"And Alice Cooper?" I ask between mouthfuls of chocolate brownie."That is item 3" BillyTheKid replies, pulling out a crumpled receipt.I blink. "You've made us an agenda that includes talking about your life?"."Only on the back of a receipt when I was on the plane".BillyTheKid displays the receipt. It's from a pub."An agenda on the back of a pub receipt is exactly what an actor would do". If the

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"You, as a woman and a writer, have to translate this" BillyTheKid says pushing a piece of paper over the table to me.BillyTheKid and I are in a pub post La Boheme (there seemed something strangely apt on the day the Arts Council had its budget cut by 30% of going to see an opera about starving artists who have to burn their plays and suchlike in order to keep warm. There's something for us

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-51011177243177367102010-10-21T16:10:00.004+01:002010-10-21T18:21:01.592+01:00

"I can't make Harry content or stop Kate from hurting...any more than we could stop the war by marching or get tuition fees dropping by protesting our local MP. All I can do is be around when they need me and help clear up afterwards."I wrote that line in the Autumn of 2003, coming as it does towards the end of Some Sort of Beautiful. It's from the mouth of Will, the character who in political

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-59070862222029865112010-10-14T15:44:00.001+01:002010-10-14T16:09:12.805+01:00

If twitter never again gives me anything all will be okay if only for the fact that whilst reading it between Henry IVs on Tuesday I discovered that David Tennant had been confirmed as appearing in Celebrity Autobiography at Leicester Square Theatre (ah, that would be Venue Four of 52:52). And - to my total surprise - there were still tickets available. Approximately three minutes later there was

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-13337910062539254752010-10-12T11:23:00.006+01:002010-10-12T16:15:08.135+01:00

"So you use the tube a lot?" a blonde-haired lady asks as we stand wedged in the tin which is masquarading as a rush-hour tube train.Firstly - yes, we're having a conversation between strangers on a tube during rush hour. Neither of us are (to my knowledge) drunk. What we both are, however, is from the North. Where people talk to each other on public transport. I know - odd isn't it?Secondly - I

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-51202138930993344902010-10-10T14:15:00.006+01:002010-10-10T18:27:51.355+01:00

Forget theatres, the subplot of 52:52 is going to be about my using the Tube. Even I admit that's not particularly interesting given the amount of people who use it on a daily basis and undoubtedly make a lot less fuss about it than me.So - in case you didn't guess the undercurrent there - visiting artsdepot meant that I had to use the tube. During rush hour on a Friday night. Needless to say -

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"Now we look like newcomers!" the man at the table next to me exclaims.The woman with him sits down. "But we are newcomers"."Yes, but we don't want to look like we are".I can't help it, I laugh out loud. I'm in the process of reading twitter so it's plausible that I might have been laughing at something I'd read rather than listening into conversations at the next table. But, let the record state

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"The Lyric Hammersmith isn't a fringe venue!" Dean scoffed. "That's like saying that the West Yorkshire Playhouse is a fringe venue".I have to concede that he might have a bit of a point. However, I did set out my rules to start with: namely that I was going along with the definitions pronounced in Theatregoers' Handbook [2004 edition] and the Lyric Hammersmith is filed firmly under "Major Fringe

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-60933761869181260152010-09-29T12:48:00.001+01:002010-09-29T13:18:18.117+01:00

In theory Venue Seven should have been easy. The Tricycle is most definitely a fringe venue. Tiny Kushner is most definitely 'theatre'. The chances of me getting lost were small as I'd been there before. What I should have factored in, however, was the fact that my getting there required the use of the Jubilee Line. On a weekend. For anyone who doesn't live in London that might not strike the

Corinnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14029581398607524367noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10459204.post-48473806981175604882010-09-26T18:23:00.003+01:002010-09-26T22:46:38.073+01:00

I suppose it was somewhat inevitable that at some point during my exploration of Fringe venues I was going to get myself lost. If I’d been forced to put money on it I would have said it would be at a venue which was north of the river because I have north of the river blindness and have no idea how any of the pieces fit together. And – yes, I ended up lost on my way to New Diorama Theatre.

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After the genre issues of Venue Four, Venue Five is bringing up something much more prickly. Yes, with South London Theatre I bring you - amateur dramatics (oh, and another website from 1997, it does seem to be a fringe by-product). Which might be a fairly innocuous phrase were it not for the fact that it comes with some baggage. It's baggage that I confess I carry (as the fact I've brought it up

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It’s only Venue Four and Leicester Square Theatre is about to plunge me into confronting a beast I’d hoped to avoid until later in the story. Yes, today I’m going to have to confront genre.I’d purposely avoided discussing genre when I set out the rules of '52 fringe venues in 52 weeks', instead choosing to focus on practicalities of fringe and London instead. But I used the word ‘theatre’ in that

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Last time I visited Southwark Playhouse I got a little bit of a shock at the discovery that the chair which, until a couple of months earlier, had been residing in my living room was now in the bar. When I say that I don’t mean some copy or Ikea identical, I mean the VERY SAME CHAIR, complete with marks from where Dean’s cat Jelly had put her claws into it. Now, once we followed the chain it was

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Today it is officially two years since I moved to London. I'm most definitely at the stage of entanglement with the city where I've begun to take it for granted. I take it for granted that, on a whim, I can go to the Proms, or I can go and queue for Wimbledon tickets, or I can see tickets being released via twitter and, 90 minutes later, be at the National Theatre watching Earthquakes in

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I'm sitting in the bar at Croydon Warehouse and the voices on the table behind me are building. Then I hear:"I not only had the idea I FUCKING BLOGGED ABOUT IT"I snort out loud because not only is it totally incongruous, I also want the phrase on, if not a t-shirt, then at least a mug. Ear tuned to the conversation I realise the three men - one of whom has a grey ponytail which is almost as long

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I umm-ed and err-ed about where exactly a blog post I wrote today should go. In the end I decided to put it over on the WBN blog.But it should be linked here because DA formed my thoughts as much as anything else: On Why It's Time To Listen (or a love letter to theatre bloggers).Plus, I guess, it's not every day your blog post gets re-tweeted by the man who founded the Tonys.

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[For the full lowdown on the '52 weeks, 52 fringe venues' challenge see here]Before I start anything else I’m just going to throw in the fact that just as few minutes up the road from Theatre 503 is a charity shop which sells all its paperback fiction books for 50p. I could have bought some Iris Murdoch but, in honour of the start of a blog quest, I went for Julie and Julia. Having read a few

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Back in Winter 2005 in G&D's in Oxford (where else?) I had a conversation with a Uni friend who was just about to start what would become "Way Off Loop", a quest to visit every Fringe venue in Chicago in one year. We'd considered whether a similar project would be possible in London and agreed that be it London or Chicago it was wonderfully insane.As those who know me will be aware my desire to

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Some times London is fab, not least when you get a text message saying "want to go to a Prom?" and the next thing you know - bam! You're at the top of the Royal Albert Hall and the BBC National Orchestra of Wales is doing their thing.Of the four pieces, each very different in style and tone, I think it was the rather beautiful and heart string tugging 'Pictures at an Exhibition' which had me at

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Good things come in threes and I see more good things than my twitter stream would, quite frankly, put up with. So I'm going to put them on here instead.1. I first discovered Aspire the day that I first saw David Tennant in Hamlet. What can I say - that was a good day. Since then I've purchased items from their Stratford and Oxford stores as well as online (and I can confirm that they wrap all of

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If I'm honest I spent a good chunk of the past week in some low-level grump. Not an existential crisis sort of grump but more a grump that leads to me being sarcastic to people who are not used to hearing me be sarcastic or melodramatic or having little to no patience. I swore at a driver in the street who had the temerity to beep me when it was him driving through a red light. I told a Bus

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"Next year you're going to have a play here, right?"It's 2.30am in a new pub where the pump broke in the midst of pouring Breakfast Club Boy's pint. He's halfway through his Edinburgh Fringe 2010, I'm two thirds of the way through mine."Well..."For all our mutual love of Edinburgh BCBoy and I are pretty much polar opposites on the idea of bringing shows here. He - in the midst of his fourth

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A couple of days into Edinburgh Fringe I blogged about my experience of using Theatre Ninjas. It is fair to say that as well as being excited by the project (not to point to the repeatedly mentioned iPhone App) I also had some reservations.Obviously those reservations didn't stop me from using Theatre Ninjas, as the fact that I went on to see ten shows through it (and tried for an eleventh but

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Because this is what Edinburgh looks like in August:Because they weren't all mine but they might as well have been:Because WBN meets Elephant Foot meets Made in China and y'know what? We all met in the Goldsmiths Drama department, Class of 2009*:Because this is where I got kidnapped by an actor:Because the Zoo Roxy was prepared for anything:Because the artist formerly known as Arsenal Fan got

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One of the wonderful things about spending a prolonged time in Edinburgh and the proliferation of free ticket deals along with the reviewing lark is that it encourages (or in some cases forces) me to step outside my comfort zone. I've seen dance and physical theatre and experimental opera and comedy and spoken word and more than one thing I'd struggle to classify. And, for the most part, it's

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"The shop where we normally buy the silly string* was closed so I had to go to the joke shop on Grassmarket. And do you know how much it was?""Go on.""£2.50! Normally it's £1.00.""You should have told them.""I did. And the woman was all: 'this is a bigger can and better quality of silly string.""Better quality?""Yes, like even if you were using it for its intended purpose - for children to spray

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[Looking up from texting] "What's [T's] play called?""Stationary Excess"."As in stationery?""As in - not moving"."Ah, I thought it was about an excess of pens".

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The final list in all its glory. Eighteen days, a total of 53 shows (though there's a double and a triple of the same productions in there which would bring me down to 50), 18 pub/bar visits (obviously excluding such things as the whiskey-in-the-hip-flask-incident), only a couple of minor injuries, a flyerer beating flyer tally and pretty much no flippin' celebrity spots. Made all the more

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Twenty four hours away from Edinburgh within this list but a cluster of utterly charming shows in it. That I would love Helen Arney singing of Justine Frischmann is a given. That I would love 'Shakespeare meets manga' was a surprise for all of us.Shows:Hamlet the Musical - Free (courtesy of twitter)Emma Thompson Presents: Fair Trade - Free (courtesy of Theatre Ninjas)Lovesong - Free (courtesy of

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Somewhat inevitably in between having four hours sleep a night and filling my veins with a mixture of coffee and vodka (not always at the same time) I've found myself pondering theatre critics (or reviewers, or the people who do not understand your work). I've reviewed in the past and am sure I will do so in the future, but never before (or maybe again) with the saturation of the past few weeks.

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Quality of shows has picked up again (though you'll see there's another two paid for tickets in there now) and the rain has tried to drown me again before having the brightest 24 hours of Edinburgh weather since I've been here. Also flyerers of Edinburgh - you're going to have to try harder.Shows:Hamlet the Musical - Free (courtesy of twitter)Emma Thompson Presents: Fair Trade - Free (courtesy of

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So, erm, yes. Tired.

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So - more rain. More free shows. But, crucially, no more four star ones (or better) as yet. Have sneaking suspicion that to get my show mojo back I'm going to have to pay. Bugger.Shows:Hamlet the Musical - Free (courtesy of twitter)Emma Thompson Presents: Fair Trade - Free (courtesy of Theatre Ninjas)Lovesong - Free (courtesy of the a man in the Pleasance Dome coffee shop offering me a free

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Monday was the day when Edinburgh Fringe hit me in the face. After a succession of late nights and then early mornings meeting copy deadlines I awoke today to discover that my throat felt like someone had stuck some razors down it in the middle of the night. This in itself isn't Edinburgh's fault (I know exactly where I'm pointing the finger for passing on illness) but it wasn't the greatest of

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A good day for quality performances, a bad day for Sunday lunch. You win some, you lose some I guess. Also - there has been a slight increase in flyering too, though still localised and easily dispersed with the addition of headphones.Shows:Hamlet the Musical - Free (courtesy of twitter)Emma Thompson Presents: Fair Trade - Free (courtesy of Theatre Ninjas)Lovesong - Free (courtesy of the a man in

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Expectation is a tricky thing. I think every theatre obsessive has a secret (or not so secret) list of certain people and companies from whom brilliance, or at least an above averagely good night is demanded of. The top part of my list would include (in no particular order):Katie MitchellTom StoppardKneehighNational Theatre of ScotlandAnything at the National TheatreAnything by the RSCSimon

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More shows, more vodka, more rain. It's really starting to feel like Edinburgh now.Shows:Hamlet the Musical - Free (courtesy of twitter)Emma Thompson Presents: Fair Trade - Free (courtesy of Theatre Ninjas)Lovesong - Free (courtesy of the a man in the Pleasance Dome coffee shop offering me a free ticket. Score.)The Chinese State Circus Mulan - Review ShowThe Inconsiderate Aberrations of Billy The

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We're about two thirds of the way through BattleActs! and we have discovered (amongst other things): no one present likes David Cameron, cucumbers can be used to cool down a nuclear reactor and there is a man in the corner who is on his stag do and has fallen asleep.As is fairly traditional one team, through a combination of error, foolishness and the luck of the comedy Gods, is hideously behind

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So the list continues and, sob, I actually have to expend actual money on an actual show.Shows:Hamlet the Musical - Free (courtesy of twitter)Emma Thompson Presents: Fair Trade - Free (courtesy of Theatre Ninjas)Lovesong - Free (courtesy of the a man in the Pleasance Dome coffee shop offering me a free ticket. Score.)The Chinese State Circus Mulan - Review ShowThe Inconsiderate Aberrations of

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Today proved to be one of those days where I just couldn’t get myself sorted. This was partially through the increasing complexity of my schedule and partly because of self imposed faffing. The scheduling thing came about because, on checking times, I realised that the show I was seeing on Wednesday which was then re-scheduled for today, was one I couldn’t physically get to. Basically I had to be

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I realise I should be keeping tally of various 'stuff' not only because it's nice to look back on but also because I'm borderline obsessional and love lists. Plus - I realised today that I'm in the midst of 'how many productions can I see for free semi-challenge' which makes me feel bad for my fellow theatre makers, but happy for my bank balance. So I'm going to be noting what I spent as well, so

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In what is fast becoming a theme of my Edinburgh Fringe the show I was due to review today decided that they were not open to the Press yet. Which is nice in as much as it has created a second day in Edinburgh with no real work commitments but not so nice in as much as I can see the build up of shows I must see in the next few days coming to hit me round the head and chastise me for not using my

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Initially I wasn't scheduled for a review today. Then last night a show became a review orphan and I was asked to be its adoptive reviewer parent (like how I'm extending that analogy?). Then this morning the show concerned decided that it didn't want to be reviewed on its first preview and, once again, I had a review-less day in front of me.So a scout around my local area seemed in order (Coffee

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All truth told, I didn't have exactly high hopes for yesterday. There was some stuff about packing and having to be up at 6.00am in there but mainly it was due to the nine and a half hour coach journey. I'm going to repeat that in case any of you at the back didn't hear: THE NINE AND A HALF HOUR COACH JOURNEY. That's a long time for anyone, but for someone who has moderate to severe motion

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Also:Multiple head scarves.7 dresses (including one with sequins).An eye mask.A copy of Alan Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty which I have been "reading" for about six weeks now and yet am only on page 121.An iPhone with three different 'Edinburgh Fringe Apps'.Sorted, right?

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So, erm, well, yes...Last day of the month isn't it? Again.But I'm going to try something different next month (different as in, I don't know, actually blogging). As of Tuesday I'm becoming one of those stereotypical London artsy types who flee north of the border during August. In short I'm spending a big chunk of August at the Edinburgh Fringe. I'm going to be reviewing for Fest Mag as well as

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We're sitting in a darkened room.The remaining nachos lay discarded, unwanted, on the table in front of us.Through the stereo comes music which is angsty and painful and, if I were to listen to the lyrics properly is probably about kidnapping people or some other such light hearted matter.And then -"The thing with England is - they're like a boyfriend you dump because they're unfaithful and

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“The problem is – I have to be at The Globe at 8.30 on Friday morning”.For I am going to Arsenal Fan’s house for election night where we intend to eat pizza and drink wine and make slurs on Conservatives. And undoubtedly stay up all night watching constituencies we can’t place on a map declare their results. Which can’t exactly be considered conducive for being functional the next day.“Then - you

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Because I believe that the current recession is more akin to the situation in the 1930's than in the 1980s/ early 1990's and that reducing spending in 2010 (when there is nothing to replace it from the private sector) would lead us back into recession.Because I cannot vote for a party who will stand by "principles" of tolerance only in seats they know they will lose (goodbye Philip Lardner) but

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"You didn't say...what did you think about my noise?"*We're sitting in Russell Square, me in my old-lady headscarf, him in a red t-shirt that came from 'Lost & Found'. 'Lost & Found' being the box of lost property at the job that pays his rent as opposed to a cool vintage store.I laugh."You were right - it did make me smile"."I knew it would. Did you turn it up at the start?""Yes!" I know I am

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Books Bought: Mother Tongue: The English Language - Bill BrysonBooks Borrowed: Love Sick - Frank Tallis , Forgotten Book About Arts Funding, The Death of Bunny Munro - Nick CaveBooks Read: How The Light Gets In - M.J. Hyland, The Death of Bunny Munro - Nick Cave, Love Sick - Frank Tallis[unfinished], Iris - John Bayley, The Royal Court Theatre Inside Out - Ruth Little and Emily McLaughlin [

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Crumpets. Thirty minutes of listening to music that sounds like "children playing with loud toys" sent to me not because I would like it but because it would make me smile. Complaining midway through said music that I hadn't heard Breakfast Club Boy's trumpet playing as promised. Hearing the trumpet and it indeed making me laugh. Tomorrow's schedule getting a little more manic (though not in an

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1. A dress is not a bargain even if purchased in the sale at a ridiculous discount (see my £120 Whistles dress, reduced to £30) if it still has the tags in it three years later.2. Equally the wisdom of bulk buying wet wipes for festivals because they are on buy-one-get-one-free offer is not a bargain when you do this every year and thus have lots and lots of unused baby wipes and no baby to wipe

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"How does it look?" Dean asks.I look at the back of his oversized Barbour jacket. It looks, well, no different to how it normally looks."You can't see it?"I shake my head.For, it remains, I cannot see the outline of the box of chocolates which Dean has partially stuffed down the back of his trousers.I am going to repear this - I cannot see the box of chocolates which Dean has stuffed down the

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Around this time last year when The Writers discovered the fact that I had been stealing their lives and sharing them with the internet blogging I found myself trying to explain what DA was to a group of people who had, let us be clear, missed a lot of stuff. Then, after I'd umm-ed and err-ed and Charming Canadian (because he is charming) had compared my blogging to Dostoevsky, I got to the bit

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There is a myriad of things which I should have done this week (like filled out more applications, and chased up some phonecalls, and returned library books, and finished a final draft of a script I have been saying I'll finish since I don't know - the beginning of time - and, oh, found somewhere to live given the fact I have three weeks until I leave Streatham). But instead I have done things

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"Okay, I only have enough money on me for a concession ticket".We're at a cash-only venue and I had assumed that there would be a cashpoint in East London. It seems that assumption was incorrect. It is fair to say that me and East London are having some problems in our relationship currently. At this rate East London is going to be dumped before the week is out."Use my student ID" Breakfast Club

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It's just before 7.00pm and I'm in a room in the northern reaches of London. After spending the previous evening in what I have come to realise was probably Shoreditch the possibility of me getting a nosebleed from spending my second evening in a row on the wrong side of the river is a distinct possibility. There isn't anything particularly special about the room itself, what with its matching

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Books Bought:The Sea, The Sea - Iris MurdochBooks Borrowed:The End of the Affair – Graham Greene, The Glass Room – Simon Mawer, The Year of the Flood – Margaret AtwoodBooks Read:The End of the Affair – Graham Greene, The Glass Room – Simon Mawer (unfinished), The Year of the Flood – Margaret Atwood, What Good Are The Arts? – John Carey (unfinished)Some years ago I read Nick Hornby’s Polysyllabic

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"I was trying to work out how many times we've actually met" Billygean says as we stand in the midst of a London night.It can't be - I realise in this moment - much more than a handful. Two handfuls at most.Would I be stood in this street if, back in January 2005, either or both of us hadn't started our respective blogs? There is the outside chance that events as they unfolded in the next five

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Movin' Out (Again)For the third time in 18 months (let me repeat that: third time in 18 months) I'm moving. For many reasons this doesn't exactly fill me with joy and whooping (moving is getting old, or rather the bit that comes after you first move when you're not settled and your life is in boxes and you don't know the secret-quick-route to anywhere - that is the bit that is getting old). But

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On Being Competitive #3975I look over to Arsenal Fan, sitting as we are in a theatre cafe just down the road from where Kit Marlowe was murdered*:"And that is why..."I push the palm of my hand on to the table:"Crush them like a bug".Arsenal Fan's eyes widen before he starts to laugh."You're actually evil".I smirk."That's the thing - I write happy-wistful plays, you write dark-depressing plays.

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Good point, well made."Who could possibly resist the pull of an empty shop and payment in tea, cake & my love?x""Homosexual, diabetic, amish man.x"

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Happy BirthdayOn a week when a post I wrote over at the other place got a little bit of attention (let me quote "painful/ hilarious" from Spacemakers and, from the wonderful Londonist, "beautifully documented" - yep, that is the sound of my ego rattling), and a play I wrote was performed and Write By Numbers opened up our shop it is kind of wonderful that today marks my fifth year blogging on DA.

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