Rosana is wearing a magenta-coloured coat, which matches my magenta-coloured skirt and tights. We laugh about this as we walk along hand-in-hand through the streets of Brighton. She asks me what I think people might suppose our relationship to be. I suggest that because we are wearing the same colour, they might think we’re members […]

‘Thou Shalt Not Kill’. It seems a clear enough rule by which to live a decent life. But when you start to unpick it, complications sneak in. So it goes through all the propositions put to us, the ‘focus group’, by Simon Wilkinson (playing some version of himself) and his ‘intern’ from Lourdes, Liyuwerk Sheway […]

In the words of Irving Berlin: ‘Sisters, sisters – there were never such devoted sisters’. Amy and Rosana Cade are sisters, born exactly 22 months apart in the mid 1980s. One (Amy) is tagged – or perhaps I should say self-identifies – as a sex-industry worker, the other (Rosana) as ‘a lesbian with a shaved […]

On a darkened stage, we see heaps of discarded junk – black plastic bags stuffed with goodness-knows-what, cracked white plastic chairs, a Brighton & Hove Council recycling box. A constant, amplified drip-drip-drip sounds. We hear muffled sounds of scraping and digging, and four boiler-suited figures enter, wearing miner’s headlamps. They speak in a kind of […]

Visual theatre, you say? Here it is in shed-loads: the awesome Opus 7 – created by Russian designer-director Dmitry Krymov and a team of performer-devisers and co-designers – is truly epic, and takes up every inch of the Brighton Corn Exchange with cardboard, paint, a football game, a giant puppet (she’d be ceiling height in most venues, […]