Hidden under the chaos of the living moment… Thomas Bacon on Bobby Baker’s Mad Gyms and Kitchens Entering the space of Bobby Baker is a disarming experience. The audience are onstage at the ICIA; fluorescent striplights domestically illuminate the space. There are no gels, Gobos or carefully positioned Parcans here: the theatricality is stripped away and […]

I have an in-built suspicion of young companies who suddenly become darlings of the critics and the theatre-pundits. Action Hero is one such, and though I enjoyed their previous production, A Western, I couldn’t compute the measure to which it overwhelmed many who saw it. So I was pleased to find myself engaging far more with Watch […]

It was a chance remark from a friend that started me thinking. We were discussing the dilemma for contemporary ‘liberal’ parents in choosing whether to send children to private school or to throw them to the sharks of state education in the inner London boroughs, and this somehow moved on to a discussion about the number […]

So, where was I? Ah yes, autumn in Edinburgh – although these past few days it’s been almost like summer. There are cricket whites on the Meadows, and hippies blowing giant bubbles – but there’s also a rustling in the trees, and the odd leaf or two falling just as a warning. On the edge […]

Maybe if you choreograph me… starts at Forest Fringe cafe. The lone audience member is taken on a walk through the streets. Who is this person leading the way? Is she the artist? Has it started yet, you wonder, looking round at the busy, driven people scurrying by and the slow, dreamy people ambling along. You […]